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In a world of extremes, in which centres no long hold and reason doomed, how do artists assume their occupation? They either plead neutrality or take sides. The rare few enter the eye of the storm. Kendell Geers is that creature, alive to the complexity of a given moment and the precarity of art’s expression of that moment. A volcanic intensity runs through his snarling, shattered, bullet-strewn body of work. 

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