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Gardar Eide Einarsson

Team Gallery | Grand Street

. . . and then your wages, your blankets, and your right to suck cocks won’t do you any good, because we’ll all drown. The absurdly extended parenthetical subtitle of an otherwise deadpan sculpture by Norwegian artist Gardar Eide Einarsson, an irregular stack of thirty-nine dark wool blankets exhibited recently at Team Gallery along with a selection of other works from the past year, hints at a distinctly provocative, possibly nihilistic worldview. The fact that the line is borrowed from Ship of Fools, a play written by Theodore Kaczynski, aka the Unabomber, does little to discourage this impression. Yet Einarsson’s reputation as a playful political ironist, cemented by canny contributions to a string of recent group exhibitions, including “Greater New York 2005” at P.S. 1 Contemporary Art Center and “Strike” at Britain’s Wolverhampton Art Gallery, perhaps suggests the contrary.

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