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Despite their allure, Chaimowicz's object withdraw behind soft facades, using friendliness as a foil. Chaimowicz's objects appear overwhelmingly kind, in pastels and patterning that soften the self, nothing unacceptable to a baby's bedroom. We find this wanton sensitivity almost unnerving in art, we fear the institutionalization of its form, the hospitalization of "sentiment." That Chaimowicz continually seems able to wrest its new versions makes him the anti-HeimoZoberning.
