Spring
The nonagenarian Katz is an acquired taste. His bold colouring and reduced forms are perfect for sore American eyes trained on advertising and pop art. To them, such habitual simplicity might look like an unpretentious virtue.
Should flower arrangements need such an initiation? Katz’s pictures of willow and daffodils are pleasant but trivial. The man’s a legend, granted – think Hockney and his later landscapes – but this emperor’s clothes have moth holes.
notes and notices are short and curt exhibition reviews. Read more:
The Goal of Our Health
When Adam Curtis stopped narrating his ‘documentaries’, some stories are wasted breath.
Hereafter
A Platonic hierarchy of forms rules this enigmatic exhibition.
doesn't work
Fad aesthetics for fad ideas.
What does the smoke know of the fire?
Meisenberg’s paintings are either the product of a conspiracy or documents of a conspiracy theory.
Seeing Frequencies
But either the curator or the artist should have known better.
Grown: The Altering of Innocence and Experience
These fables are pure pleasure to narrate, yet their references overwhelm.
