It was pretty exciting to walk around the corner at Morgan Lehman to confront a giant pink wall with a salon hanging of Austin Thomas’s work. I’ve always been a fan. Maybe it is the scale, which is often small, or that she tends to work on faded pieces of paper that look salvaged from books or discarded note pads, which makes the work feel quiet, yet lovely. I say that not to diminish the power of the pieces, but to point out that things that are genuinely nice are not easy to do artistically without hitting a note that is decorative or worse. Thomas has the ability to make striking work that feels like the result of spending a warm day in a sun backed attic making the best form of a doodle one can image. It in no way runs away from being likable and accessible without feeling trivial.
Morgan Lehman (534 W 24th St. Btw. 10th & 11th Aves.)