Llyn Foulkes’ paintings are full of quirky found objects, unexpected textures, and an unfettered, playful use of paint. But they’re not perfect. The materials can seem secondary to conveying those very simple, heavy-handed messages. I can like art that I disagree with, but Foulkes’ obsessions are at times feebly argued, and borderline crazy, making it hard to love his paintings entirely.
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