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:
Blur Ballad
Even though the show brings together a few unusual tricks, they are disjointed and leave little for the eye to linger on.
Remnant
Doherty’s tragipoetic timing can be masterly.
The Missing O and E
This embarrassing display indicts today’s second-fiddlers with narcissism and egomania.
The Monkey
Borremans toys with his subjects, his audience, and with art history.
What Happened
There’s a Bosch hellscape dedicated to Trump and a whole “basket of deplorables” polishing their guns in a prepper cell.
Low Anchored Cloud
Oil paint applied so thickly that it’s a miracle the canvases don’t bring the gallery walls down with them
