Elizabeth Wright

Karsten Schubert

With her latest show, Elizabeth Wright brought grunge into the London art world. Dismissing the theatricality of the gallery’s minimalist decor, she constructed an installation reminiscent of adolescent all-nighters, filled with bags of chips, phone calls, and beer: the gallery looked like an apartment inhabited by a group of teenage boys. Elongated designer beer cans, each with their signature label, were lined up against a wall like trophies. A desk at the other side of the room mingled a shrunken Yellow Pages with a scattering of snacks.

Precise in its construction, the work was playfully confusing in its mock illusionism. Wright went to considerable effort to make her world perfect, only to mess it up a little. Her precise staging—a photograph of a potato chip adorned a miniature phone book—indicated that Wright was after something more than creating the perfect art object. Wreaking

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