A phenomenal practice that doesn’t take well to criticism. You had to be there, man. The attempt at compressing light/color into physicality. All the things Fried said were latent in minimalism are express here, a theater of an exhibition, It presents you with your own viewing, an experience. Zobernig sans critique, sublime. Vague objects becoming specific in the experience of them. Romantic in its ideal of what it wants you to feel, fetishistic in its trained manipulation of it; pain in the pleasure, the failure in the immensity of the attempt.
