My review of Ayman Ramadan’s solo show at Townhouse West, “Mere Real Things.” Almost inevitably, it also becomes an institutional discussion.
Somewhere on a plinth out in the private residential compound Westown stands a wooden knife-sharpening wheel of the kind still carried on the backs of old, bent tradesmen around the city’s popular neighborhoods. It is painted gaily in red, green and yellow and, if you ignore its everyday function, brings to mind both the fairground and the fairytale. It has been placed on display by the artist Ayman Ramadan as part of his exhibition of found objects, Mere Real Things. And barely anyone who lives in Westown has any idea what it is for.