Let me be blunt: the work in Angela Snieder’s current show, Obscura, lies to us. It lies deliberately, fully aware of its willful duplicity, while wearing a disingenuous “Who me?” smile. Her photographic prints and sculptural installations alike conspire to draw the viewer in and tell them a story, one that at first appears indexical and truthful, but which on deeper inspection reveals itself to be nothing more than a tissue of lies...

