If I were to write this review using my right hand for nouns and my left for verbs, or choosing words that start with the letters spilling randomly from a can of alphabet soup, or with a laboriously handmade script pieced together from bits of my hair and fingernails, or based upon my auditory and olfactory sensations while touring the exhibition blindfolded, then my words might begin to approach the irreverent absurdism and insistent corporeality of Tim... More >>>