Soap foam, sperm, farts, bubbles, cleansing materials. Dani Marti’s exhibition, I am forever blowing bubbles…could be described most simply as consisting of a number of white towels hanging in regular intervals on the white cube walls – and in the case of bubbles – white floor, of ROOM 35.The idea is that each used towel has been in an intimate bodily contact with a user – skin, genitals, face, underarms – and retains the traces. We know this because the “user” is identified. Identified by their name embroidered in red italic script on the corner of towel. Further to this, underneath each towel is text listing the details of the person that used it. Name. Date. Time. City. Occupation. However beyond the bodies literal suggestions, it is amidst this finicky tribute to personal hygiene and ambiguous identifications, that Marti seeks to raise questions related to issues of pornography, innocence and fantasy. Of a ‘clean’, as opposed to ‘dirty’, erotica. There are no used knickers for sale here.

Alexis Glass, Sydney

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