Afterall: Art, Context and Enquiry
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Anyone who has heard the sound made by marmots is unlikely to forget it. To say it is a whistle is to say too little: it sounds mechanical, as if steam driven. And alarming for that reason. The fear that these little animals must have felt since time immemorial has frozen in their throats...
Ellen Feiss reflects upon the allegories of commodification to be found in Shelly Nadashi’s recent solo exhibition.