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That weird little painting-thing makes a comeback in an exhibition as "recap". Funny because like all Pernice's assembled objects seem on their way to being sculptures, this restating of the past seems on its way to being an exhibition. (Even a greatest hits doesn't really count as an album, even if the cream and the not mere b-sides or storage remains.) The point being, Pernice seems once again to not quite "performing," failure to fully erect anything. It's been six years. But sometimes the depressive gets attached to a blanket feeling like comfort.
Manfred Pernice at The Modern Institute, Manfred Pernice at Kunstmuseum St. Gallen, Manfred Pernice at Galerie Neu
