I found myself watching Karaoulanis’ work repeatedly over several days trying to understand why I liked them so much: the extraordinary compositions and careful muted pallets recalled 20th Century collagists and painters, the randomness and welcome surprises of the motion kept me intrigued in lieu of a narrative… but in the end, deconstructing the pieces was just an exercise, like trying to understand the full body serotonin rush of eating your favorite dessert by examining the recipe card. Posted by SNP on

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