#beaschlingelhoff

It's very infrequent now that I come across a show that kinda blows me away - that's conceptually, critically biting and also implicates its own power structures, and that uses commerce in a pretty genuine non-commercial way. Bea Schlingelhoff's "The Art Dealer Reads Misogyny Re-loaded" doesn't even have an artwork in it. It's a brilliant show, in my book, that subtlety overturns all conventions of what constitutes a commercial gallery show. Next month, I'll probably hate it. But bravo!