Lovely, odd or suggestive details abound, be they the cries of Roberto Cuoghi’s sound piece, with its zany title too long and obscene to print here; the mysterious words and letters that cover Paul Chang’s large ink drawings, broaching sex and exploring new fonts; or the fake gems that blanket five attenuated crosslike elements by Ms. Pivi that form an elegant screen across much of the first space.

Woe seeped through her heart thinking of what had befallen their ethnic group.

a half truth

if the whole atmosphere were converted into water