The show’s name suggests sexual and geographic reproduction, both gratifying and destructive all at once. JONATHAN VANDERWEIT/COURTESY OF HENRY ART GALLERY
On a recent bright afternoon at the Henry, sunlight poured into the lower gallery and onto Donna Huanca’s exhibition, Magma Slit. The sunbeams bounced around the all-white room, making the four massive color-soaked paintings on its walls appear even brighter.
As I did laps around the gallery, I lost track of time. I tried to absorb a particular shade of pink in one corner, sized myself up against some body rubbings in another, and listened to bird trills in a curated soundscape section of the show. Far from being