Bodies clash with lights in front of Traoré’s Narcissus camera.
Such ‘80s nostalgia for meaning before history’s end is a comfort blanket.
These works are as garish as they are fun to look at.
The carpet dealer gallerist’s zeal reveals the work’s lamentable inadequacy.
Aesthetic cognition or crossword puzzles only rarely bring such perverse pleasure.
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