![Installation view, Andreas Schulze, "Stau",
Sprüth Magers Berlin, July 28 - August 29, 2015](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOaZ7FEuCe2oHlBeiueH8RQFNhAfCXu72VbK0EOitwSXDzppjZP-Olv4pSq_B0yuF-pEjuvB37zffewA4imltdiUgNy87A5SC7RHWGJya7m6Vyf3WhS_tQNxP179uI355JaSKhHbFK9sv/s1600/ASC_Install_Stau_SMB_2015_05-800x515.jpg)
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Schulze's corrective to painting's gentle trends turns its dull insipidness into a direct address against recent decor-abstractionists so widespread critics began wondering if they were painted by a virus of mindless humanoids in search of brains. Schulze's dumbness turns against its soft assuage with a visual, uh, enmity of childish mockery of the mindless willing to line up neatly along walls to see their splatters upon it, the distress of the constipation of painting today, which a purge of this expulsive anal-expressive type offers its own relief of jammed traffic.
See too: Nicolas Party at Gregor Staiger