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The subject reappears, ourselves in the mirror as figuration returns, not in the fractured manicism of Harrison, but as body assembled goo. The goo, is what we're after now, we become more and more concerned with the fate of our meat as we fear the world dissolve under the image, our churches to reflect us again.
Like recent videos treatment of human subject as a virtual punching bag, cartoonifying and mocking it, sculpture focuses on the presence of it. In a paternal oddity for Father's day, a return to the authorial subject dealing with these issues since the 70's, Paul McCarthy more recent "Life-Cast" presented collapse of the two, a literal objectification of the body, clean inhuman and perfect, covered in goo.
See too: Cathy Wilkes at Tramway, Andro Wekua at Spruth Mages, Group Show at le-1