![Thomas Zipp at Guido W. Baudbach](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3IJLHuRApNILtL-AkzQmeULxSa2L6IuZCO-Ec_PqDiNJ_sHEnqa3stEko52Z00brCZGqbKq9e9bR9s5JWIwR0-TxpNpvBI63sctXc0WwPC4ZxnJ9SjNNVWYyTMsYtmZw24VgT5jE8JI/s1600/14_09_TZ_Baudach_Performance_08-800x533.jpg)
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.