Archive for November, 2016
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Crumpling Skins
Antoni gave birth to me and ripped me to shreds. I was made of paper, a paper baby. I wanted her to eat me; instead, she left me in a pile in the corner of the gallery.
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“Paper Louise Tiny Fishman Rock” at the ICA
Exploring this exhibition meant looking at paintings done on carpet samples.
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Let’s get together yeah yeah yeah
Understand that “artist-run” does not mean anti-institution or DIY.
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A Mormon Temple Review
The members, though, leave me with an uncanny valley sensation, not that they’re androids, but I’m reminded of people from another place or time, a space of mind who are speaking in a newly acquired language of the quotidian, as if the pod has landed, and conversion ought to be accomplished.