'...the vivid soundtrack of American culture is intoxicating. We’re at a ball game, on the sidelines, the sound of the marching music thick in our ears. Brass instruments, the rattle of drums, whistles, a stampede of cheerleaders. The main event is a large vertical object. Not dissimilar to the monolith from 2001. On closer inspection, you see that it’s the lid of a disemboweled tanning bed, removed from its original context, and standing in the throw of a projected image. The projection shows a revolving basketball, endlessly morphing out of shape on the contours of the sunbed’s surface. On the other side of the lid, a group of plaster-clad hula-hoops are strapped to the structure like necessary appendages. These hula-hoops, great hulking circles of rough hewn white plaster, are the dummy lungs of this Frankenstein. Behind them, the redundant strip-lights flicker and dance. And towards the floor, eggs. Delicate and pink, they balance and roll out across the floorboards, precarious.'

(Text by RGKSKSRG, sourced from http://showerofkunst.com/sok/2016/09/14/review-beyond-violet/ on November 14th 2016)