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Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis

3750 Washington Blvd.
St. Louis, MO 63108

Category: Art Galleries

Region: St. Louis - Grand Center


Dear Nemesis
Through April 13 at the Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis, 3750 Washington Boulevard.
Open Wed. 11 a.m. to 6 p.m., Thurs. and Fri. 11 a.m. to 9 p.m., Sat. and Sun. 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Call 314-535-4660 or visit camstl.org.

Comprising more than 100 works (including several etchings and sculptures), Dear Nemesis fills but does not overwhelm the museum's main gallery, giving visitors plenty of opportunity to see the work of six other artists also on view. And those shows should not be missed: most notably, Joyce Pensato's I Killed Kenny, a series of tremendous canvasses (and one huge mural) that devilishly appropriate iconic cartoon characters like Mickey Mouse and Felix the Cat — think Willem de Kooning meets Walt Disney in a back-alley knife fight.

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Devorah Tziril
Devorah Tziril

Cori Compton this looks good, we should go together!


Puerile hackery, mediocrity's tribute to brilliance. Try not condescending to queerness and Sapphism while so not-ironically self-stimulating yourself via titty-sucking and Goethe-quoting. 

In a world "hungry for fresh art", we're now also starving for non-macho cliches.

Glad to see you're clearly enjoying being back in the local saddle, Malcolm -- may all the good ol' hierarchies rejoice! Apparently all that was needed to get long-form art criticism back in the RFT was a penis.



I have something to get off my chest, I mean, vagina.  If you had read Kerman’s review, you might have noticed that he likens The Other Place to productions on the Lifetime Movie network.  The nimble intellectual math there being something like: female lead + drama of her life = trite and low-quality female TV drama.  IMO, if you’re on the hunt for sexist criticism, Jessica_Baran, you need look no further.  The play was fantastic, anything but Lifetime-like, and Kerman clearly did not understand some of its major plot points nor that it is actually a one-act play.  Maybe you didn't read the crappy review that Malcolm was referencing (and whose comment you here furtively lift) before you mouthed off "so not-ironically" nonsensically?

Second chance here: http://www.stlmag.com/Blogs/Look-Listen/January-2014/Dementia-Synchronicity-and-High-Drama-The-Other-Place-at-the-Repertory-Theatre-St-Louis/

Mentions of teet-sucking and Sapphism do not a macho reviewer make --they are part of the works-- just as, duh, a playwright quoting Goethe has nothing to do with a critic’s penis or your vagina.  Or is it just easier to blame your shrewish resentment on genitalia?  Next time you write a review, I’ll be sure to view it strictly through the lens of your labia.  Let’s try to make it about art and not your twatty ego.  Lastly, "self-stimulating yourself"?  Really? Sounds redundantly sexy!