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Images a total malleability, and we revel in its mud. No longer Euler's symbolist nesting dolls, now paintings more like a mirage, shifting muck of material images, and so uncertain about whether that shark officially looks like a cock or if that's just you. Innuendo as resistance to stable images, a sort of conceptual abstraction for your walls. The latent phallus, that we see in every painting.
See too: Jana Euler at dépendance, Jana Euler at Galerie Neu & Portikus, Jana Euler at Kunsthalle Zürich, Jana Euler at Bonner Kunstverein