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Upon entering Wangechi Mutus studio, one immediately feels that overwhelming sensation of opening a box with an impossible jigsaw puzzle. Cutouts from magazines, mostly of female body parts, litter the space like trading tickets on a stock exchange floor. Animal hides hang from the wall less than sportingly and an Affalo horn dangles from a hook, its sheen somehow rendered worn-out by the unrolled sheets of iridescent Mylar stretching along the tables and floors. Its a veritable mess of images, objects, and materials. But then, one of Mutus near-finished works literally glares out from the wall where it is hung, and a consummation, although equally puzzling, occurs: a one-legged, contorted cyborg-woman, with arms for a nose and motorcycles for limbs, rivets out from a plastic canvas.
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