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Like Tetsumi Kudo's radioactive ecology, or Thek's plexi-flesh, Agematsu's warm materials of human cast-offs are reanimated by the frames surrounding them. Agematsu's delicate compositions as ecosystems, precious, a sentimental morality resituating the natural to include microplastics dissolved into heavy saturation islands in the great pacific beverage, and the bacteria wrought. Like Duord embodying the filth of packaging, in a Roth like repetition of the abject, ironically returning it to the cellophane, packaged clean self. The package which holds desire, holding the excrement of it, bears witness to the beauty of Butterfly collections of petri dish human waste, packaged.
See too : Yuji Agematsu at Artspeak, Michael E. Smith at Lulu , David Douard at Johan Berggren
