It is unusual that a work sums up an artist's practice and sensibility so acutely and simply as the single piece exhibited in Cerith Wyn Evans's Assemblage at Galerie Neu. Imagine the bling of an enormous Murano glass chandelier, blinking its way through a score of Bataille in Morse code, combined with the flash of a circle of words set in fireworks that blaze and burn out, and filtered through the fleeting gorgeousness of a thought in white neon ("Thoughts unsaid,...
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