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In this morning's AGE, art critic Robert Nelson has reviewed
Casts and copies: ancient and classical reproductions. (It's at Ian Potter Museum of Art, Melbourne University, until 16 October.)
The headline is
Cast in a critical dilemma:
a trove of rarefied copies reveals we are the fakesbLOGOS/HA HA  appreciates the art of the headline, in all its forms. Including this  one, albeit wrought and mangled to within an inch of itself 
itself itselfIt presents to this reader like some archetypal  Francis Bacon scene:  spot-lit torture theatre, sketch-block(age) interior, figure in  self-wrestling knot...

Francis Bacon       
Study from the Human Body after Muybridge       
1988
  Or, for that matter, like some of the early 1940s squirm subjects portrayed by Albert Tucker.
Albert Tucker
At the Tiv
1944
collection: National Gallery of AustraliaBacon's breakthrough came in 1944 with 
Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion.
At  the same time Albert Tucker in Australia  rendered some very similar  primal scream scenes.
It's a curious coincidence that Bacon was influenced by a  book depicting diseases of the mouth, and Tucker by his war service  experience, depicting the injuries of repatriated soldiers. If I recall  right, he drew a soldier whose nose had been sliced away by shrapnel - a  feature that soon (dis)figured regularly in his characters of that  period.
At Heidelberg Repatriation Hospital he also observed the interior shell-shocked returnees.
Albert Tucker
No way out
1942
collection: National Gallery of AustraliaTucker and Bacon, much in common.
 Francis Bacon
Portrait of George Dyer talking
1966
 Apart from this AGE headline, this momentary dis/attraction, 
bLOGOS/HA HA is always interested in regard and labels and sTRUTH/HA HA.
Thus, with a chuckle, we note this review. It can be read in full 
here. Failing that, here is an extract... especially for 
YOUYou, as spectator, are cast into a critical dilemma, because you don't know how to react to an ersatz which is identical to the original, so close that you'd  have been deceived if the label hadn't declared the truth. I warrant  that all of the objects at the Ian Potter, with the exception of a  chalky Hermes, would make you believe you were looking at the original if you encountered them in the NGV or the Louvre.
You're overcome with unease. You  become aware of the power of the label and are reminded that so much of  our aesthetic appreciation is based on the received reputation that the  label enshrines. Even judging that an example in a vitrine is plaster  and not bronze is hard to do; because you're probably not an archaeologist and, if you were, the museum won't let you poke around without the alarms going off.
You trust  that the institution has got it right; but beyond this faith, the  aesthetic relish in the original is somewhat arbitrary, because if the  labels were swapped or rewritten, you  might find that the marble originals would be scorned and the plaster  copies would acquire the hallowed aura of genuine antiquities.
Robert Nelson
THE AGE,
May 25, 2011
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detail 
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/ 
someone looks at something ...  
LOGOS/HA HA