Freudian Typo

Condensed Word, Displaced Flesh

★★☆☆☆

On until 31 August 2025

The problem of artists who confuse graphic design with art is that they also mistake sloganeering for critique. The Iran-born duo Freudian Typo do both as they mount an immersive yet dour infomercial on the history of credit.

They dub debt the key idea of Western Christendom: a 16th-century Hebrew manuscript is fodder for a goat trading video. “Render unto Revenue what is Revenue’s”, “Go in peace and keep your receipts”, preach posters set in UK PLC’s corporate typeface. Wordy charts dot the gallery that’s half vet’s surgery, half Stansted arrivals. 

Discharge from this debt prison comes with a reading list. Yet it is hard to believe that the artists themselves read Graeber, Lacan, or Freud other than in search of a catchphrase. It takes them hundreds of words in the show’s pamphlet to name-check The Merchant of Venice, for example, only to fall into the sixth-grader’s trap. 


notes and notices are short and curt exhibition reviews. Read more:

James White: Every Corner Abandoned Too Soon at Anthony Wilkinson ★★★★☆

James White

Every Corner Abandoned Too Soon

★★★★☆

Paint that does this to a pile of plastic coat hangers contends with any reality.

Jenkin van Zyl, Dance of the Sleepwalkers at Edel Assanti ★★★☆☆

Jenkin van Zyl

Dance of the Sleepwalkers

★★★☆☆

Ring 1 for “Grief”, and it’s flat 7 for “Garbage”.

Hannah Black: HUSH MR GIANT at Arcadia Missa ★☆☆☆☆

Hannah Black

HUSH MR GIANT

★☆☆☆☆

What’s wrong with rights makes no right with painting.

Matthew Barney, SECONDARY at Sadie Coles HQ ★★★☆☆

Matthew Barney

SECONDARY: light lens parallax

★★★☆☆

Secondary turns the gallery into an American Football stadium. But all the seats in the house are the cheap seats and the game lacks a cheerleader.

Justin Chance, Motherhood at Ginny on Frederick ★★☆☆☆

Justin Chance

Motherhood

★★☆☆☆

If only he stopped there.

Alexis Kyle Mitchell: The Goal of Our Health at Peer ★★☆☆☆

Alexis Kyle Mitchell

The Goal of Our Health

★★☆☆☆

When Adam Curtis stopped narrating his ‘documentaries’, some stories are wasted breath.

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