Like many collage artists Mahr’s work seems to be drenched in metaphor. They are like poems written by someone who has lost themselves in adolescent loneliness. Her pain is so acute that its depiction is forbidden and so she focuses on objects around her. They reflect some insight so private that it must not be spoken. And I must confess, it bores me. Ask to explain the difference between art that is great or modest, I would say modest art never overcomes itself because it is too busy drawing attention to how important it is.
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The guy who wrote this analysis obviously missed his medication. Or perhaps he did not like the idea that the artist misspelled her name. Everyone makes mistakes.
Thanks for the introduction 😉