{I will preface this by stating that I don’t think I enjoyed another show in the city so much this past year.} According to the exhibition essay for Mia Sandhu 's Seeing You, Seeing Me, Seeing You at Patel|Brown : It's not just the earthly colour palette that triggers olfactory hallucinations of musty shag-carpets, smokey floral upholstery, and dusty rattan furniture. All elements in Sandhu's drawings come together to produce a synaesthetic reaction — you can smell, hear, taste, and feel her staged environments. And you do so in the position of voyeur. However, the aesthetics of the exhibition as a whole have far less to do with pornography in the 1970s – particularly in its North American form (it looks more British/Scandinavian) – than with the aesthetics of sitcoms and game shows. There is far more The Price is Right than Penthouse on display.
A critical revue of contemporary art in the city.