Monika Stricker at P420

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It's become a trope the generic lumpy thing stands as question, a guessable what, an interminable fount ... of interpretation. Stricker's previous scrota attached a specificity to this decipherable gum. They were tea leaves but they were testicle tea leaves, thorny full frontal fun. A too-specific amorphousness to your nightmare. Maybe the problem is "Bigfoot is blurry.. It's not the photographer's fault. Bigfoot is blurry, and that's extra scary to me. There's a large, out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside." Because not being able to discern is our Halloween. 

Victor Fotso Nyie at P420

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Abstraction, surrealism, while maintaining prickly specificity. Old parable: Forms are not made more identifiable through vague anatomy. Rejoice, your figuration need not be doughy! The crippling loads of generic figuration current is not human but sales figures. To look at someone and not see art! Underneath it, a person! Even crushed by it. The relief!