With Ebola’s threat hanging, this exhibition/performance’s opportune relevance allows a transference into dummy vessels, a real situation, the drama-schmaltz less hammy in the wake of calls to close borders and level 3 suits and “unprotected man seen assisting ebola patient.” The melodrama here gets a bit of actual blood to make the fright-night death-in-life of Resusci Anne, Dante-reading, and art-standards house band seem pertinent. Not that any of this was intentional, Zipps interest in exposing a shared dreamtime, more akin to building a rorschach of its culture's symbols and tropes.
