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The day after the opening of her solo-exhibition, Primary Information, I met Julia Dault in the basement ‘Bunker’ at Bradley Ertaskiran—a space that she specifically requested for her third presentation at the gallery. There’s a certain drama to the room, given the mass of concrete, visible rebar, ventilation ducts, and amalgam of building material that cover the walls, like mineral deposits from preceding epochs of use. There we sat, shoes off, cross-legged on the most uncannily-coloured carpeting I’ve ever seen—not quite sulphuric, nor mustard, but somewhere between the two on the binary of fertilizer and food. The colour of the carpet…