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Grid becomes gate, grate of pixelation fracturing the view. And heads across looking through the keyholes of other heads. Like Sherrie Levine's women peering through American Presidents, the window becomes the silhouette of a second content. Levine's felt threatening, these feel pretty fun. The hollow chamber of the second head, like the sieve of the gate, a formal amusement, a soft sided castle, motif as seatbelt to secure whatever comes in, to bounce paint around in.
