This show is centred on photographer Josef Kramhöller, here cast as a Kafkaesque avatar of himself, while the city is a dirty smear behind a crystalline thumbprint. Not sure what the rest of the title means either, but suspect it has something to do with performance being the mode of exposition du jour as theory continues its bored cannibalization of each of the artistic disciplines and art faithfully vomits them back up.
April 3, 2011 9:00 AM

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