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From: Evensteven Category: Art Date: 13 September 2006 Time: 06:00 AM Review: Although I have spent a hell of a lot of time in Soho I am still unable to place and find certain streets, it is all rather hit and miss. I tend to wander around for a while until I chance upon the right street. I know all the names, I just don't know how they fit together. Lots of eggs at the window and a whole load of partition screens (I'm sure there is a better word for these object) with images on them. All oldie palstery, fitted in with the gallery décor, tumbling down a bit look, almost could be some interior designer going for that worn weathered look. Down stairs a man sits with his head in some kind of cardboard metallic (tin foil?) covered computer like object, while viewers ponder on his flesh and blood. Other child like monitoring devices, that probably took more time than they look, are measuring something, nothing but should be, but this is art so something is nothing and that is the thing to remember. Other women up stairs are wearing sheets and painted white faces with green glitter lips and a white hat type construction (could be like that Rebecca but she was much better at making those body extensions and I think that this is not the point this time, but I don't know because I didn't read the press release). Up stairs a whole lot of on paper ink? water colour drawings and some cushions which slip off their stands by mistake, under which lie more pictures. Lets get out of here its hot and cramped. They have the right clientele, out side in their white suits, and I saw some more of them later in the groucho, by which time they had collected fine featured women in skinny bodies. http://www.riflemaker.org/s-VerBoten