| The pieces here reflect my long-standing
interest in taking the brightly colored "learning" and "leisure" materials
of my childhood - with their Cold War-era images of reassurance, solidity
and vigilance - and scramble them into something resembling the chaotic,
libidinous (un)reality that raged beneath the wholesome lies they propagated.
Visitors old enough to recall Lincoln
Logs, View Masters and Monsanto's Inner Space exhibit will no doubt
find some of these images as familiar as the living-room furniture.
Younger viewers, meanwhile, may find them to be quaint vestiges of a
collapsed, mythic American consensus. In any event, it's my hope that
everyone who looks will find the exhilaration I've felt in turning these
triumphal, self-satisfied symbols inside out.
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