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From: ID
Category: Art
Date: 17 March 2009
Time: 10:30 AM
Review:
The breathing body parts were something to remember, childishly I enjoyed waiting for the moment when the penis popped up.
The little pictures were not so pleasing, she seems to like a certain kind of crappy frame which becomes the only thing one sees.
There is a series of signatures to show us her searching for identity, it recalled for me the old woman shouting outside the
Kensington and Chelsea Town Hall about how she had been put in the house of a dead old man "and what is worse is that they
have taken my signature and they are using it". I felt at once sorry for the old ("just because I am old they think they can do
anything with me") lady with her anger at not having an identity (she should read some Lacanian theories) and for the security
guards who could do nothing for her (perhaps they should too). The building (the town hall) reminded me of something clean and
European else where (it was a sunny day), and the identity-less woman like someone suck in a novel which she cannot be helped
out of. She had lost her signature, and so her identity and so her dignity and regardless of weather any bit of this was true,
because of course identity theft does happen, there is no way that a security guard, or two security guards, or a whole Town
Council and its employees could solve this ultimate problem of being meaningless.