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:
Ubiquity II
There are many ways to misunderstand entropy.
Twilight at the Earth’s Crust
Mad Max meets Waterworld in a crossover sequel conceived by a film studio’s marketing department.
Place Revisited
One suspects the gallery of insider trading.
things fall apart; the centre cannot hold
These works could bear witness to the birth of a star or the heat death of the universe. The curators don’t know which.
The Poplar Bestiary
This menagerie comes with no humanly comprehensible challenge.
Caressed and Polished and Drained and Washed
These ideas can’t last beyond the pop-up show’s closing date.
