My introduction to B. Wurtz was a modest square of raw canvas, barely clinging to a wall with the help of two loops of thread. Stitched to its surface, hanging from it, were only a pair of blue socks, which flanked the embroidered Ancient Greek maxim ‘Know thyself ’. As with most of Wurtz’s art, the object was untitled (albeit subtitled ‘Know Thyself ’, and dating from 1992) and one of a series of variations. Its materials were unassuming and…
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