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"Of course the painter feels a private respect for the signboard, it performs what the artist cannot." a sort of elemental usefulness making art jealous. A directness art fails at, expedience sunk to the mires of its "issues." The signboard tells what it wants: services, sales, solar panel parts. The desires of humans, hope and dreams pinned. Connor's fossilizing of these moments in archival silkscreens ostensibly preserves it for future generation's anthropology. But it's also a sentimentalizing Precious Moments vibe for its preserve, the formaldehyde injection that makes it art, transactable.
See too: Mark Grotjhan at Karma, Fiona Connor at Modern Art