"Grandma" by M, Columbus, Ohio

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Guest critic: Joseph Consiglio
The abysmal despair embodied by a featureless black angus cow in bric-a-brac wig, in second-grade rising star M’s bitter parody of suburban alienation, “Grandma,” makes Munch’s sinewy screamer look downright swishy by comparison. The mock-pleasant, lurid artifice of buildings and sky, stalked by a most bovine evil, amid which a suspended square basketball reminds the viewer that grade school is but a withering dream, is udder-ly terrifying. When this deeply affected reviewer tried to reach the artist for comment, she was at soccer.