Of course Conner is Conner, or should I say Conner is Conner is Conner. Yes, that fits the dadaist atmosphere better.

Having been repulsed by the famous “Child” out at the de Young, I was a bit skeptical about entering a whole roomful of Conners. Might get a case of multiple boogey-man-itis.

BUT, IT DEVELOPS, a roomful of Conner provides some pleasant deviations from such horrors as a wax replica of a dead body at the back of a box.