Kevin himself dismisses this as an “art wank”. I would probably make a similar self-deprecatory gesture if I had the wherewithal to attempt something like this. However, looking at it from the other side of the mailbox (so to speak), I remember once again how pretty the grain of xerox is. I’m reintroduced to the wonder of scotch tape and overlapping cut-outs and dead space. The nakedness and mystery of unconnected, ambiguous imagery accompanied by fragments of sentences is never less than intriguing and sometimes even poetic. Maybe it wouldn’t be as engrossing if I had put it together myself, but as long as others construct collage riddles, I’ll keep taking a boo. (TD)
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