I’ve always been interested in this idea of what makes a human take shape,” says artist Molly Lowe on a November visit to her Brooklyn studio. We are surrounded by the evidence. There are faces and limbs covering every conceivable surface. In the jumble of bodies, I spy several masks from Lowe’s first full-length film, Redwood, which debuted at Pioneer Works in 2016. Taking one off the wall, the mask eclipses her face for a second. The smile skews upward in creepy perpetuity.