notes and notices

notes and notices are short and curt reviews of exhibitions at (mostly) London galleries.

  • Richard Hunt, Metamorphosis at White Cube ★★★★★

    Richard Hunt

    Metamorphosis

    ★★★★★

    On until 29 June 2025

    Hunt’s sculptures of bent steel tubing and welded sheet metal are magnets for association. The slightest change to the vantage point uproots them from car plant Detroit to the top floors of Chrysler Building Manhattan. The Minotaur who ran amok in an outsider artist’s rust studio turns into a hunting trophy in the white cube’s exaggerated pristine. Futurism’s sharpest forms soften at the forest’s edge, only to rise once more after an unstoppable fire.

    The confidence with which Hunt moulded European Modernist neologisms into an American vernacular is remarkable. His language evolved by rejection at first. Hunt’s early sculptures comprised wood alongside the later metallic mainstays. By the 1960s, however, such soft matter gave way to an angular, inorganic austerity. In self-referential quotation, however, chromed steel, polished bronze, and the blackest of coppers are plenty expressive. Hunt’s legacy is a dictionary for self-determination written in phrases as they were being invented: lyrics, laudations, and litanies. 

  • Oisín Byrne, Not Marble at Amanda Wilkinson ★★☆☆☆

    Oisín Byrne

    Not Marble

    ★★☆☆☆

    On until 31 May 2025

    Byrne has a type. Or rather, he’ll paint you into one. Juno, Jorge, and Lucian dropped into the studio straight from a Just Stop Oil fundraiser. It’s now Jasper’s and Orlando’s turn to glue themselves to the gallery floor. Leave one hand free for the bubbly, though, Quentin. Move over, Naoise, you’re blocking the light.

    One must first giggle that these throwaway acrylics have the power to inspire such frivolous contempt. Byrne’s square board portraits, uniform as though on a networking app’s grid, promote each sitter in their most studied spontaneity. The painter’s hand is the flattering filter called “Tuscan villa” or maybe “Granta”, so ubiquitous that calling it out is no use.

    Yet that envy gives way to desire. Who wouldn’t fall for red bookish Joe, or MFA cheekbone Gary? Has art ever not been about class distinction and sex? 

  • Trackie McLeod, FRUIT II at The Bomb Factory ★★☆☆☆

    Trackie McLeod

    FRUIT II

    ★★☆☆☆

    On until 11 June 2025

    If, contra received wisdom, nostalgia is still what it once was, its aesthetics today is pure cliché. Glasgow lad Trackie mixes Trainspotting, raves, and Louis Vuitton knockoffs as though they were currency in 2025’s Britain. He turns personalised reg plates, lads’ mags headlines, and the Burberry check into icons of a culture he is too young to remember. A mass billboard “partnership” blew up these charity shop trinkets. It duped McLeod into believing that a return to DVDs was, for him, imaginable.

    What excuse for this naivety? “Working-class” and “queer” appear in the collateral as obligatory for every insider. What doesn’t is “white”. Yet this alone is McLeod’s distinction in the Yookay Aesthetics index. His longing for ‘90s homophobia is pale fire next to the IrnBru output of fellow Pollokshields dweller and Turner Prize winner Jasleen Kaur. Look closely, however: her multipacks bear the mark “for export”.

  • Judith Dean at South Parade ★★★★☆

    Judith Dean

    New Builds / Bilds 2: did you mean peace?

    ★★★★☆

    On until 14 June 2025

    There is a form of aesthetic enjoyment described by Gombrich that arises when the mind solves a puzzle set by an artist for the eye. Dean’s geometric trompes skew parallaxes and perspectives, forcing the process of sensing into two. Rhomboid and polygonal canvases play host to projections and mappings, each with a Euclidian logic, in which further frames, figures, and faces compete for plane primacy.

    This once baffling picture-in-picture vision of ‘90s TV sets is now second nature to the third eye which evolved at the end of the phone-clutching hand. Holbein’s skull impresses no one anymore. But Dean takes her spatial trickery seriously, loading it with temporal signatures that throw the installation to the corner of the arcade’s mirror room.

  • Simon Moretti et al, Hereafter at Swedenborg Society ★★★★★

    Simon Moretti et al.

    Hereafter

    ★★★★★

    On until 30 May 2025

    There is an unstated hierarchy of forms at work in this enigmatic not-quite-solo, not-quite-collective exhibition. “Hereafter” was conceived by Simon Moretti and features works by well over a dozen “guest” others. The artist’s wall-mounted neon, Double Vortex (after Emanuel Swedenborg), 2025, is the show’s cipher. This work’s very shape—like a ram’s horns atop an Ionic column—points to the heavens.

  • The Poplar Bestiary at Tondo Cosmic ★★★☆☆

    Tamsin Morse, Kris Lock, Casper Scarth, et al.

    The Poplar Bestiary

    ★★★☆☆

    Curated by Tamsin Morse and Jennifer Thatcher
    On until 12 April 2025

    If the gallery, like the internet, is the battleground of pornography and cat videos, the zone-three project space plays home to the two’s beastly offspring. Tamsin Morse’s pitifully contorted horse – flopped across a sizable canvas as though between the knackers’ yard and a bougie pet parlour – is this evolutionary line’s apex exponent. His human companions might weep, had they understood that his lot is their very bidding.

    Kris Lock’s oil pigments are all over the conservatory, the koi pond, but also the office hot-desking station. Which species is invasive is not obvious in these eerie mistaken-identity film set backdrops. Casper Scarth’s balloon ape, scratched into paper like a Studio Ghibli ghost, deftly predates this apparition’s recent AI meme takeover. Is it too late for the animal, or even the artist to cash in on their first-mover advantage?

    This menagerie comes with no humanly comprehensible challenge. How could it? The project casts a barely visible shadow on the suburban new-builds which envelop it. Stuck between the cloud and the pastoral, each painting’s edge becomes a kennel. 

  • Ebun Sodipo, An Ominous Presence at Soft Opening ★★☆☆☆

    Ebun Sodipo

    An Ominous Presence

    ★★☆☆☆

    On until 26 April 2025

    The success of Sudipo’s block colour and found image collages relies on hardly anyone looking at them closely. The shimmering reflections from their crumpled aluminium foil backgrounds dazzle the dimly lit gallery. The effect is seductive, certainly, even within the white cube’s commercial austerity.

    But look, and it’s all on the surface. Sheets of translucent filters barely conceal borrowed, if not stolen motives. Each layer contributes even less to the history Sudipo is building than last year’s memes.

    The dealer, the gallery cleaner, maybe even the artist had a chance to intervene in these objects in bright light. That they did not is, indeed, ominous.

  • Yi To, Terminal Lucidity at Project Native Informant ★★★★☆

    Yi To

    Terminal Lucidity

    ★★★★☆

    On until 5 April 2025

    To’s images evade representation even though on the paintings’ surface, her impulse is taxonomical. The canvases – washes of murky greens, rotten teals, and the odd flash of lifeless brown – are either isolated records of the lost, quotidian human or close-up studies of unexplained supernatural phenomena. Half-washed-off cave markings, crumbling Art Deco ornaments, and sheer rot mix to produce undecipherable records. 

    When they confuse the scholar, these images are captivating. But To gives her hand away too easily. Moments of clarity – ironically, the last thing one wants of her paintings – reveal that she determined each subject’s cypher before she even picked up her brush. That Lascaux bison was but a hoax.

    Give it some time, however, because all evidence erodes eventually. Within an aeon or two, matter may still win over the mind.

  • Dickon Drury at Seventeen ★★★☆☆

    Dickon Drury

    The Preceding Cart & POV: You are Beans

    ★★★☆☆

    On until 19 April 2025

    It would be time to call Seventeen’s bluff on clever, well-executed painting but given that Drury – an already perfectly entertaining artist – has just sat down in a bath full of baked beans, such criticism may land one a mouthful. The painter’s insistence on amplifying what he identifies as the pictorial crisis craftily verges on the absurd. His canvases study the garden shed in the style of a Japanese mail-order brand trying to break into Europe through TikTok. Representation is only viable by preset, narratives auto-generate captions, and the hues are all but predetermined.

    It’s even worse next door, where the microwave oven’s door is the very limit of objectivity. One half-resignedly scrolls through this tiresome, quotidian universality, praying the algorithm glitches out of the matrix. It does not, and it is no help that Drury is entirely right. Painting needs prophets, he still plays a jester.

  • James Welling and Bernd & Hilla Becher at Maureen Paley ★★★☆☆

    James Welling and Bernd & Hilla Becher

    ★★★☆☆

    On until 19 April 2025

    Not taking the Becher’s name in vain was once the sole Düsseldorf school commandment. Welling trained elsewhere and, besides, his claim on typology is also a decades-long story. Yet this two-venue paring of the three photographers’ deadpan architectural meditations is a dead giveaway of Welling as a mere imitator.

    Perhaps. The Bechers recorded industrial phenomena with such restraint that their lens critique was evident in even a single snapshot. Welling’s veneration of brutalist concrete – his lens turns to Washington’s infamous HUD building now outlawed under Trump’s classical architecture edict – borders on a fetish by contrast. But if one no longer needs to look at Bernd and Hilla’s grain silos, Welling’s quasi-opportunistic fixation leads to fresher discoveries.


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