Three years is a good time in which to amass ‘things’, a great sum of them. And then refine them to your graduate show after finishing those three years of research into the depths of feminism, art, and minimalism. Courtney Coombs‘ practice doesn’t have a centre, but each work in The Sum Of All Things will touch you somewhere… whether it be your heart, your head, or… well, I don’t need to spell out innuendo.
Coombs’ work has always been deeply personal, which is an incredibly courageous thing to do. Ever wonder why art school drop outs drop out? Critique is harsh, dude. Her work is deeply critical, whether it be of the art institution, the everyday, or the blankness of personality in this crazy world. Whether it be recontextualising found objects, fighting with their frictions, or having a sly laugh at the museum, The Sum Of All Things is more than the sum of it’s carefully selected and sentimental parts.










