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.
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Hereafter
A Platonic hierarchy of forms rules this enigmatic exhibition.
S.F.
In Fleury’s car workshop cum womenswear boutique, everything is ready-made and ready-to-wear. But you can’t touch any of it and you certainly can’t afford it.
When Forms Come Alive
This exhibition cannot decide if it’s a tourist attraction or a serious examination of sculpture’s relationship with movement.
Every Corner Abandoned Too Soon
Paint that does this to a pile of plastic coat hangers contends with any reality.
These sculptures are too clean, too ordered, and too clever for no good reason.
Ubiquity II
There are many ways to misunderstand entropy.
