Marie Angeletti at Édouard Montassut

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The Rorschach inkblot is the ultimate symbol of art. It is exactly what we now demand: an interpretable stain, an endlessly inscrutable fount for "meaning" generation. The point is to see something, anything. That is really just handing the viewer back to them, what they see is what they see, valid and inconsequent. They are but shaped mirrors. 

see too: Marie Angeletti at Atlantis, Marie Angeletti at Beach Office

Özgür Kar at Édouard Montassut

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Our twitching little bodies. Cramped into screens, boxes, glass, chopped into talking heads, dismembered in little windows, in corners. And asked to fit in these broadcasts of personal nightly news, to loved ones, alone and connected. Excessive tech to just prove we are still twitching, murmuring night lights, stand ins for comfort.

Emma McMillan at Édouard Montassut

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The last paintings physical excavations becomes the press release's here mining color for all that can be applied to its painting. You apply content like a paint. Surfaces coated with a content the PR spray, the painting merely facets it, polishes its painted PR like a jewel,