Just back from an exhibition entitled ‘Compulsive, Obsessive, Repetitive’.
Mountains of sugar-cubes, shaped like a castle. A city of towering till-rolls (pictured). Walls covered with the same salmon-skin tiles. Hours and hours of painstaking, boring and repetitive work. Viewed up close, it looks haphazard, senseless. Yet from a distance, it begins to make sense.
One scrap of paper on its own is litter. But hundreds of pieces, hung together just so – and you’re looking at something else – something ...
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