An exotic image for sale. That Nazareth is aware. But unsure what level of duplicity we've gotten off on. Intentionally meeting expectations of the [x] artist. There's too many tropes at play. Enduro walks, cardboard signs, blanket sales, crusty bricks and tin cans, THE CITY, wove leaf hats, cruddy nice paintings. Its got all the tropes. AlysPopeLOrozcoHammonsKuriMendietaCruzvillegasEtal. Maybe the closest is AI Weiwei, who exchange an understanding of politics for an understanding of art. An understanding the artist. Or, perhaps some elaborate triple agent irony? We knowing that he knows that they don't care.
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Friday, September 24, 2021
Ilê Sartuzi at Auroras

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The reduction of a form to its comical base. At the other end, in hell, they're remaking Scenes from of a Marriage, shiny new, actors so gleaming they may as well be chrome. But the form is one we implicitly understand, a high budget is superfluous. Here given exactly what it needs, no Oursler excitement, just plain dressing, banal life. Not even sure it matters that we can't watch it, we might already know what it says. Scenes from a theater, not a whole pornographic thing.
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