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The bruising capillaries, hematomas of color, of a Klossowski like softness, physical, drawing made objects, and across the cut-collage assemblage of cultural detritus as scrappy flags. Both are pleasant uses of material, sans Bajagić's normally aggressive imagery reliant the work immediately resembles a Richard Hawkins effeminate attachmenting, with a bit more "edge," across from blushing brute frames, which have a sort of weak force that's nice.
