Deimantas Narkevičus

The Fifer


On until 18 February 2024

What connects mystical runes, sublime sounds, hypernatural birds, and the very middle of Europe? Wrong answers only, as the meme goes, because “nothing” is obvious. Narkevičius’ constellation of sculpture, photography, and sound installation, topped for good measure with a 3D film gimmick, pulls in too many directions. 

This luck-of-the-draw curating is unsatisfying and disruptively confusing. It forces the eye to find comfort in the Lithuanian’s already familiar and predictable 1997 video on “the post-Soviet era”. This modest work, lightly twitching the Iron Curtain, inadvertently becomes a centrepiece. In the age of the decolonial, this is as quaint as it is outmoded, and the contextual vacuum of this cutting room floor helps no one.

notes and notices are short and curt exhibition reviews. Read more:

Your Ghosts Are Mine at Palazzo Franchetti ★★★☆☆

Your Ghosts Are Mine: Expanded Cinemas, Amplified Voices


This attempt at building pan-Arabic film aesthetics falls prey to the art technician’s trickery.

Avery Singer, Free Fall at Hauser & Wirth ★★☆☆☆

Avery Singer

Free Fall


This show would be better without the baggage of the artist’s personal story and even better without the Twin Towers altogether.

Aria Dean, Abattoir at ICA ★★★☆☆

Aria Dean



Visuals of her own making overpower the artist.

Anna Barriball at Frith Street Gallery ★★☆☆☆

Anna Barriball

New Drawings


The eyes may be the windows of the soul. To make an aphorism of the reverse needs more than shadow-play.

Josèfa Ntjam’s, swell of spæc(i)es, Venice ★★☆☆☆

Josèfa Ntjam

swell of spæc(i)es


Ntjam’s Biennale presentation has all the hallmarks of world-building ambition. For one, it boasts two separate locations, one dedicated solely to the work’s public programme. The main feature is housed in a giant purpose-made structure which occupies a third of…

Josiane M.H. Pozi, Through My Fault at Carlos/Ishikawa ★★★☆☆

Josiane M.H. Pozi

Through My Fault


There’s a group, but they’re as indistinct as the faces of Jesus that regularly appear to people on slices of toast.