‘Settle down for a seasonal post-earthquake dinner party. Interspersed with images of food, Kuchar uses the sausage to full effect. We are left with an idiosyncratically humorous paradigm of sexuality, flesh incarnate and Yuletide indulgence.’ – Neil Westlake
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