This mammoth, information-dense, and above all playful show finally put the career of one of the pillars of Baltimore's art community on a pedestal for all to see. And what did Laure Drogoul, curator Gerald Ross, and the students of the Exhibition Development Seminar that created this retrospective put on that pedestal? Giant kewpie dolls, shag-carpeted walls, a giant ball of twine, road-kill photos, and videos from a boundary-pushing career of performance. Drogoul's work has always existed completely outside of the so-called art market because she had no use for it; instead, she has dreamed up elaborate, visually stunning, and often quite funny and touching tableaux, gestures, costumes, and rituals that can sift forgotten sensory memories from the burrows of your brain like a worm responding to the percussive thud of falling rain.
