Gifford’s lazy assemblages of textiles and oil paint – applied so thickly that it’s a miracle the canvases don’t bring the gallery walls down with them – are interested in little but their own form. A handful, as if to expose the artist’s obsessive yet underdeveloped idea of a masterstroke, incorporate domestic objects like the detritus of the laundry room or scraps of the bedroom curtain. Whatever stories these compositions bore in the artist’s studio, in the collector’s home they’ll only gather dust.
Lydia Gifford Low Anchored Cloud
Lydia Gifford
Low Anchored Cloud
★★☆☆☆
On until 13 April 2024
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Lutz Bacher
Lutz Bacher
AYE!
★★★★☆
There’s joy in repetition. There’s joy in repetition. There’s joy in repetition. There’s joy in repetition. There’s joy in repetition. There’s joy in repetition.
The last train after the last train
★★★☆☆
The failed magic tricks in Lyndon Barrois Jr.’s canvases would hang in the final scene of Chinese Roulette in which everyone turns against everyone.
Vinca Petersen
Vinca Petersen
Me, Us and Dogs
★★★☆☆
Close up, Petersen’s innocents today conjure ideas of redneck resistance. At scale, of state-marketed utopia. The middle ground is envy.
Yuki Nakayama
Yuki Nakayama
After the Rain
★☆☆☆☆
Can an installation be too site-specific?
Francesca DiMattio
Francesca DiMattio
Wedgwood
★★★☆☆
In DiMattio’s giant ceramics kiln, everyday motifs like sneakers and knickers clash into the ornate Rococo stove and the Victorian China snuff box.
Nicola Turner, Edward Bekkerman
Nicola Turner, Edward Bekkerman
The Song of Psyche: Corners of a Soul's Otherworlds
★★☆☆☆
Who opens a space in Fitzrovia only to fill it with such drivel?
