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There is rarely an object of Anderson's we don't look down upon, that you don't watch where you step, a presentation whose, like early Wilkes or Aran's tables, dust settled marks this specific instance foreboding its wind, isolating its moment like Manders' cat at night cast in metaphorical bronze, or the Kelleyian arena which situates creatures (even while attacking its sentimentality) as an offering, like a little dog rolling over exposing belly's soft pink skin veiling easily destroyed guts, people we stand over, Perniceian vulnerability, an emotional connection to things that require our care.
See too: Cathy Wilkes at Kunstmuseum Linz, Cathy Wilkes at Tramway, Sam Anderson at Tanya Leighton, Sam Anderson at Off Vendome, Manfred Pernice at Galerie Neu, Manfred Pernice at Regen Projects
