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| | Review: Raymond Pettibon, Whitechapel Gallery | Arts critics | Guardian Unlimited Arts |
 | | Maybe their ghosts are among Pettibon's nerdy innocents, rubbery shape-shifters and beefcake musclemen, the 1950s sirens, the longhairs and queer cops, the slashing ink brush and fluid penmanship. |
 | | Pettibon isn't like Lawrence Weiner, turning words into conceptual sculptures, nor does he tend towards the terse one- or two-liners of Ruscha, Bruce Nauman or Christopher Wool, or the retold gags of Richard Prince. |
 | | Pettibon, as far as I can tell, is a conundrum, a loner, sitting out the main events of contemporary art among his teetering piles of drawings. |
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