Most art these days must be soaked with meaning in order to garnish any serious kind of attention. Grand, operatic gestures are enough for 15 minutes, but if you want to be respected by your peers and go down in the history books, it’s all about art discourse and the artist’s own unique response to it — or something like that. I’d like to think that Carole Feuerman’s larger-than-life realist sculptures call back to a time when we were all younger, and accompanied our parents to galleries, staring wide-eyed at all the colourful paintings. Not because they were commenting on the self-reflexive nature of the medium, but because they were cool, and pretty, and things to that effect. Whether or not Feuerman’s work is soaked with meaning is besides the point.  They are cool, and pretty and they remind me of going to galleries with my parents. And they’re soaked in water instead of meaning, which frankly, is good enough for me.

- Daniel barna