"A postindustrial Rococo master, Kris Kuksi obsessively arranges characters and architecture

with an exquisite sense of drama. Kuksi uses screaming plastic soldiers, miniature engine
blocks, towering spires and assorted debris to form his land scapes. The political, spiritual,
and material conflict within these shrines is enacted under the calm gaze of remote deities and august statuary. Kuksi manages to evoke, at once, a sanctum and a mausoleum for our suffocated spirit."