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Art at the old slaughterhouse.

Kara Walker oppresses and confuses us with powerful imagery and justaposition.

 The mediterranean the beautiful and beguiling backdrop.

We are told we must obey the signalling fist to make sugar so our overbares gain more of its energy and wallow in it's sticky fly dotted mountainous abundance,

All the time workers drowning seeking the industrial utopia of sugar.


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