I went to the Arlene Shechet exhibit at the ICA last month, and even though I’m normally a really well-behaved gallery-goer it took nearly every fibre of my being not to touch all the things. So much texture.
I went to the Arlene Shechet exhibit at the ICA last month, and even though I’m normally a really well-behaved gallery-goer it took nearly every fibre of my being not to touch all the things. So much texture.
