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More exhibitionist materiality. Open the wardrobe to expose the wood. We so desperate for some woodgrain to counteract the glass we see everything through. We crave touch, sensibility, sense, something to counteract this numbness from everything electric, world rendered. This materialist becomes conflated with the authentic, the rustic. Stripped. But, no matter how much you want it, do not touch the art. Leaving everyone with a case of erotic sexual denial.
See too: Olga Balema at High Art (2) Olga Balema at High Art (1) Olga Balema at Bridget Donahue, Daniel Lefcourt at Blum & Poe, ektor garcia at Cooper Cole, N. Dash at Casey Kaplan