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The description of an artist’s exhibition as an oasis adrift in a sea of visual garbage is usually knee-jerk hyperbole and should be taken with a grain of salt. But in the case of Elaine Lustig Cohen’s work, there is some truth to this statement. Her art becomes intimate instantly, holding the viewer captive, producing the feeling that each piece of work is the only thing that matters at that very moment.

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|The description of an artist’s exhibition as an oasis adrift in a sea of visual garbage is usually knee-jerk hyperbole and should be taken with a grain of salt. But in the case of Elaine Lustig Cohen’s work, there is some truth to this statement. Her art becomes intimate instantly, holding the viewer captive, producing the feeling that each piece of work is the only thing that matters at that very moment.
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