Between Roni Horn and Donald Judd, slicing distinction thin, Janssens, somehow more primary than both, always with candy ready, the polish of beauty. In person this exhibition would be the breath of cool ocean breeze. Unlike both mentioned there is no cerebral conceptual coldness, only the jack hardwired direct to pleasure centers of so much seduction, containing within them all the sex of muscle cars, the indulgence of white sand beaches. Imagine making love in this room with the windows open and the world coming in to meet you.
