This show could have been solid five-star material. But I only got to see it through the gallery’s window because the staff didn’t let me come in a quarter of an hour before their official preview even though the door was wide open. That’s for the best because what I did see – paintings of foliage familiar in style from Ikea wallpapers that the press release claims are metaphors for “colonisation and migration of bodies across the Atlantic” – deserved even less attention.
Kevin Brisco Jr But I Hear There Are New Suns
But I Hear There Are New Suns
★★☆☆☆
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Erick Meyenberg
Nos marchábamos, regresábamos siempre
Whatever the purpose of this confusion, it’s not to be found in the gallery.
Shu Lea Cheang
Scifi New Queer Cinema, 1994-2023
With material this gratuitously explicit and a curator this absent, it’s a miracle that this project wasn’t shut down by the licencing, or indeed art-historical authorities.
Alejandro Piñeiro Bello
Entre El Día Y La Noche
If only they were smaller, Piñera Ballo’s paintings would be a great hit in the shopping centre gallery your ex-army uncle just opened in Surrey. He’s gambling with the family’s savings, you condescend, but so is Pace with their show.…
Tyler Eash
All the World's Horses
The artist must choose which ground is best ceded.
Abdullah Al Saadi
Sites of Memory, Sites of Amnesia
The exhibition’s user experience rivals that of the Apple Store.
Stephen Willats
Time Tumbler
Willats orders fragments of time, matter, and space into data packets on one side of the flow chart and puts them to use on the other.