4 May 2026
Adrian Morris at Sylvia Kouvali: first time seeing his work in person, and first time seeing a show at Sylvia Kouvali. Which I mention because it will likely be my last if they install every painting show like this one. The gallery's space has some natural charm with its patterned wood floor and roughly-textured white walls capped by a ring of pale yellow tiling that kisses the ceiling, but the room was really dark, and the paintings were inexplicably lit by fluorescent white tube lights placed directly underneath them. Not only did this completely change the experience of the color and surface dimensionality of the work, but when you try to get close to a painting, the light nearly blinds you from below. Completely distracting, irresponsible, and unfair to the artist and the work. Not to mention the audience. Curatorial malpractice. It takes a lot for me to complain, but it's warranted here. Especially when presenting work that is all about subtlety of line and texture and space via long-term accumulated surfaces. The work is probably lovely in the right setting, and I'm glad I saw it. One little portion that was chipped away from a pink painting to reveal an entirely cerulean blue layer embedded deep down was worth the visit. I can imagine they were real mediations. I just think Mr. Morris would turn in his grave if he were to see how his life's work is being treated in this show.