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An sculpture of bricks hyperbolizes its thingness: functionless and heavy and constructed that way. Each brick lain representing a decision by the artist to continue. Emphasizing some of sculpture's more stupid aspects of raw difficult to transport material in a world of virtual connection. It's comedy to give so much weight to such banal objects. And in the background those concrete boxes we read as cute sheep as a joke on our desire to attach ourselves to such dumb objects, the pathetic so obviously endearing. They are very cute, those concrete rectangles.
See too: Judith Hopf at kaufmann repetto, “Puddle, pothole, portal” at Sculpture Center