I last saw Eduardo Terrazas in Paris, during his exhibition at Almine Rech Gallery in September 2013. Also present were his son and daughter, both very attractive and in their thirties, along with a gathering of people of mixed ages – a little girl pushing the giant inflatable balloon-ball that marked the entrance, hip youngsters admiring the ‘trippy’ patterns in the artist’s work, elderly couples looking at prices or simply enjoying the bursts of colour inside the white gallery space…
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