Hermann is the most beauty full of contradictions. Intense and uncompromising in his time-based “Das Orgien Mysterien Theater” celebrations, yet whenever we meet we want to cuddle and love him. And we do. His rejection of hypocrisy, control through fear, and our societal alienation from body, flesh, blood, and ecstasy is more vitally relevant than ever. At Marc Straus, Nitch’s huge, blood-red, animist canvases are portals into pagan dimensions. Travel through a physical plane into entropy, chaos, and transformation. Without mutation there is no evolution. Nitsch remains a colossus of roads less travelled but nevertheless essential to knowledge. We also saw him play self-composed organ pieces at the gallery. His performance was more psychedelic than the best Pink Floyd and more transcendent than Tibetan thigh bone trumpets. There is inspiration in every breath he takes—challenges in every exhalation. [cuts okay for length?]

—Genesis Breyer P-Orridge