Obviously a labor of love and obsession, Morris’ small paintings on wood are like an introverted mash-up of early Robert Ryman, James Sienna and some wacky Islamic pattern and decoration. The paradoxical knowing-ness and uncertainty of the hand-drawn line, the layered opacity/transparency of the surfaces, and the subtle color ooze painterly sophistication, and yet the overall impression is charming vulnerability. The show is up through February 3. “John Morris: Paintings on Panel,” D’Amelio Terras, New York, NY.
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