Toba Khedoori

David Zwirner | 519 West 19th Street

It’s impossible to say what exactly Toba Khedoori does. Or rather, what exactly she draws when she draws. You could say, for instance, that she places huge sheets of paper on a studio floor, and then thinly covers them with wax. You could point out that they start out white, but don’t, of course, stay that way: apart from the wax (which is clear) and the images themselves, there are also stains and hairs and lines that go nowhere. You could mention that this detritus skitters like graffiti across her urban and industrial nonplaces, and, in her recent drawings, over meticulously rendered empty rooms and fenced-in enclosures and blank brick walls, all suspended in space. You could add that this residue reads—against these seemingly endless rows of doors and windows, or the bridges and tunnels going nowhere that figured in earlier works—like the traces of absent inhabitants. Going a little

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