When Bonnie Brenda Scott is not busy heading up Philadelphia’s Wham City –RIP– analog, Big Rock Candy Mountain, she produces feverish images of life and death, blood and guts, and the wild and free. With a penchant for rendering juicy bulbs of organic tissue and staging spectacular installations, she could be called a more mystical Mark Dean Veca. But such a label would pin her down too much toward something she’s not. Scott’s work engages the natural world on a level far above Veca’s laminated scale. She speaks for the elements of the world that are dirty; hard to contain. There are neon wolves out there, constantly on the hunt, and we best be on watch.