"Grinding on the senses like a looping Carpenters track or one of Warhol's films, the work of Angie Hicks opens up the domestic vacuity of everyday life with comic abandon. Her project casts a phlegmatic eye on the dumb rigmarole we have to suffer, through the dumb routines which informs its being.
Hick's pays reference to Art history through the ‘death' in modern living, offering us exaggerated forms of tedium, as if sedated on ketamine. No better is this illustrated than in her new series of videos where domestic appliances are cast and then destroyed, only to be slowed down and played in reverse. The spectacle disorientates our sense of time, highlighting our mortal fragility. The vacant nail filing of an office girl is dubbed by the amplified sound of sawn butchers bones and the ‘innocuous' activity begs redefinition."
-Simon Willems, Artist and writer, 2007
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