Philadelphia Weekly
October 31st, 2006

"Shredder"

Wed., Nov. 1, 7am-midnight. Free. Through Nov. 30. Bean Cafe, 615 South St. 215.629.2250 Tell me you wouldn’t be pissed off if—in the heat of Exacto fury—you nicked the sphincter off your “Torso” after working on it for 40 hours. Though the sphincter’s still intact, Joe Boruchow says, “If you rip a cutout, you’re pretty much fucked.” Since the final stages are the most dangerous, he must’ve been sweating buckets on the homestretch of Cityscapes. At 18 by 24 inches, it’s his biggest cutout. And not only has he cut out the El, City Hall, Liberty Place and Dollar Land, but he’s somehow managed to get a naked woman and sleeping cats into the windows. For the next month the Bean Cafe’s displaying 18 of Boruchow’s cutouts. Look for Satyr Birth (some poor woman’s just birthed a horny, prickly little devil with hooved feet), Madman (a naked prisoner chained to the wall sitting in a puddle of what’s presumably his own piss—think Guantánamo Bay) and Werewolf (a werewolf, another werewolf with a cat mask and a man—all with highly visible penises—circle around leering moons). The symbolism is positively dripping from each piece, but I won’t speculate too much. That’s your job.
(Brook Midgley)