Jane and Louise Wilson

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Summary: Harold would turn in his Grave
Review: It is hard to believe that a book that is so evocative in the none facile sense remains a dead pan loquation of justifiable anti-infantilism. Much of what masquarades as art is puerile rot:the Wilsons are magic; they are geet lush; they are great. I love their work. Killer lines within are awash with qualitative prose of a none epic sense, yet it remains provocatively angst ridden and betlittles the concept of alienation and estrangement. Contempt is a dilute form of hate.

Rating:
Summary: Harold would turn in his Grave
Review: It is hard to believe that a book that is so evocative in the none facile sense remains a dead pan loquation of justifiable anti-infantilism. Much of what masquarades as art is puerile rot:the Wilsons are magic; they are geet lush; they are great. I love their work. Killer lines within are awash with qualitative prose of a none epic sense, yet it remains provocatively angst ridden and betlittles the concept of alienation and estrangement. Contempt is a dilute form of hate.

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Summary: Awaiting Oblivion
Review: It is this transparency of surveillance imposed under the auspices of protection and care which interests the Wilsons. From the implied complicity of Hypnotic Suggestion 505 (1993) to the beguiling kitsch of Las Vegas Graveyard Time (1999), their work reveals the mechanism of coercion under the absent yet omnipresent 'eye of power'. The obvious distinction between their earlier work and more recent investigations is a shift away from the human figure (usually one or both of the artists) as sole metaphor for the complicit subject to depopulated sites, which resonate with implied social control.