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I neither asked nor intended for the kind of mega-exposure today's Thrush Holmes piece got in the paper today. Slow day, I guess, and if you throw enough pictures their way, anything can happen.
Now watch Paul Butler get shoved to page 23 when I'd really like to see the piece jump off the front of the section. Sigh. And you thought the internet was incoherent.
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I grew up on Ed Kienholz and Chris Burden, and like to see the successive generations wear jeans and think for themselves about difficult things. Neon and wires on a wall, even if the words are offensive to people I don't respect or know, are not enough to motivate me to take TTC to a gallery.
Posted by: Albin | 09/25/2011 at 09:03 PM
Well said, Albin. Couldn't agree more.
Posted by: Murray Whyte | 09/26/2011 at 08:59 AM