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	Comments on: E.V. Day and Kembra Pfahler, Untitled 21, 2012.  Archival photographic print mounted on sintra, edition of 3. 45 x 60 inches.  Courtesy of The Hole	</title>
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		By: Rubens		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Without seeing more than just the imegas excerpted in this review, I can&#039;t say I&#039;m transported by Heather Benjamin&#039;s work, but it is graphically striking, and I like it much better than Aubrey Beardsley&#039;s work. (Well, to be frank, I don&#039;t like Beardsley&#039;s work at all.) If I saw this in a store I&#039;d certainly pick it up and page through it. Maybe I&#039;d even buy it. (That&#039;s how I discovered Joe Coleman, way back in 1982. I wandered into the Eastside Bookstore on St. Mark&#039;s Place in NYC and this weird big magazine was displayed on the table with a strange awkward painting on the cover. I picked it up and paged through it. Inside, the black and white pen and ink artwork of what turned out to be a large, self-published (?) comic book electrified me, shooting bolts through me. I bought it immediately. The book was THE MYSTERY OF WOOLVERINE WOO-BAIT.)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Without seeing more than just the imegas excerpted in this review, I can&#8217;t say I&#8217;m transported by Heather Benjamin&#8217;s work, but it is graphically striking, and I like it much better than Aubrey Beardsley&#8217;s work. (Well, to be frank, I don&#8217;t like Beardsley&#8217;s work at all.) If I saw this in a store I&#8217;d certainly pick it up and page through it. Maybe I&#8217;d even buy it. (That&#8217;s how I discovered Joe Coleman, way back in 1982. I wandered into the Eastside Bookstore on St. Mark&#8217;s Place in NYC and this weird big magazine was displayed on the table with a strange awkward painting on the cover. I picked it up and paged through it. Inside, the black and white pen and ink artwork of what turned out to be a large, self-published (?) comic book electrified me, shooting bolts through me. I bought it immediately. The book was THE MYSTERY OF WOOLVERINE WOO-BAIT.)</p>
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