In a world of tightly knit job descriptions, that's distinction enough. There's something discouraging about this, perhaps. Art used to crown civilization. Now it skitters through seams and around corners, eagerly parasitic. Those are cute frogs.
Clones are spooky.
Beyond biota, what thrives at Exit Art is texts. This is the kind of show where your experience of a work hangs fire until you finish reading the label. Thinking back later, you may decide that reading the label was your experience. This is certainly the case with a few artists who protest corporate uses of biotechnology. Surrealism is back, this time not as a revolt against reason but as a brand of explanatory illustration and playful extrapolation.