sitting happily in a window on 3rd street, as one of a number of truly terrible (but in their determinedly vernacular way, not unendearing) paintings mouthing platitudes. Behind and around them, the wreckage of perfectly decent gilt frames. I'm not sure if this is testimony to rising rents in some way (but how?) - it doesn't quite count as a provocative installation in its own right, but it's heading in that direction. Anyway, it's another, and extremely benign, frog.
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