“Facing you are sheets and sheets of art works photocopied and taped to the white gallery walls, corners fluttering and overlapping, installed in a way that does not distance or set up unwelcome barriers. One sheet might have fallen to the floor, another will soon follow. This is Ulf; he’s here, and so too are memories of his past – but still recent – art works, performances and performers he’s worked with, the artist in a hospital bed facing us, his eyes focused on this world, and that other world people in hospitals sometimes glimpse.  All of this is here.  Ulf the man is here in the photocopied images, and in the most honest and compelling of art works.  He’s here in the video projectors’ warm hums and the sound too of inking – a tattoo parlor needle’s buzz fills the spaces…”