Diamond the Kid

It would be an oversimplification to describe Diamond Stingily as ‹honest›: what else can a contemporary American artist who is young and an individual be? Stingily’s meditation on the function of her chosen everyday (often found) objects gave way to a show primarily about memory (demographic and individual). It is witty and sobering, at times uncanny, but never lacking in candor. In the palatial Kunstverein, the observant artist constructs a temporal and local critique of class in America with the gaze of a woman who was once a child.