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In one painting, renegade geometric units float
in a clutter like space junk, having broken free from their original
structure — a satellite perhaps? A collage evokes similar ideas
of chaos and disorder as skyscrapers and other buildings absurdly pile
up in a gigantic tower-of-babel heap.
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of Ou’s prints depict of washed-out snapshots imprinted
with fading words. The effect is as if looking at something in the
bright sun and then closing your eyes, a bleached impression of the
image left in your mind. The works draw attention to the structure
of day-to-day experiences, exposing the ephemeral, untrusting nature
of memory.
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A Few Things Have Happened #17,
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Arthur: On
a basic level, we are object makers. How do you feel about the idea
that the world does not need another object?
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| Arthur Ou, Pink to Purple-Thai Beach,
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"I'm having a sandwich that Mayumi's
mom made."
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