New York

Joan Wallace


If, as some attest, art and the marketplace are inextricably bound (the gallery as great shining supermarket), then somewhere near the checkout counter tabloids blare with breathless worry over the “divorce” of the collaborative duo Wallace & Donohue. Their thieving tour de force, which interrogated modes of exhibition, and their willful confusion of individual, brand-name ownership underscored, after all, the orderly corridors and bright lights of said supermarket. Sometimes uneasy company, together and apart, Joan Wallace and Geralyn Donohue have divided the shelves and unpacked the crates, continuing, individually, to frustrate the propriety of authorship.

Mein Cunt” is a show of boxes—some open, some strapped or locked shut—whose punning title cunningly references Hitler’s prison tract Mein Kampf. Wallace’s publicly disclosed cunt is inscribed instead within the prison of language,

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