Diango Hernández at Nicolas Krupp

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This exhibition is like the first time you psychedelic drugs but if you could retain faculties enough to draw, notate what was so cool in the waves. Then of course you awake to sobriety, all that is left to wonder what precisely was so interesting at the time, why your camera roll contains 377 photos of your hand. What were you seeing dear psychonaut? A mystery, how art works. 

Hannah Weinberger at Nicolas Krupp

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Since Weinberger's generally seem to be about establishing some sort of social/relational intimacy of living breathing art slugs, it is a odd turn now to have an exhibition of video of stone people, an intimacy that, like all of us communicating through televisual monitors, leaves no real intimacy at all. Just statue and flesh, becoming similar material under glass, the mere shapes of human we're all pantomiming on Zoom, indistinguishable from any sufficiently complex animatronic.

Heimo Zobernig at Petzel, Krupp & MUDAM

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Zobernig the mascot of contemporary art. Daily's MTV host for the cyclical pop-charts of Naumanian genres, here represented in 21st century ennui. Art’s inbred self skepticism, so inherent it's academic at this point. Zobernig isn’t so much skeptical of himself, but returning skepticism to everyone so willing to have to and to hold, all this work. It’s defeatist and excellence.