In Fumble (2008, above), a figure bends inside a kite-shaped hole. Paint, applied in cautious little stabs, prescribes its own descriptive limits. It does what it can. In places it has the urgency and awkwardness of finger-painting. Something wants to be said, but can't. Lang's paintings deny themselves complete descriptive facility: they can't find the right words.
Gallery educator/lecturer (The National Gallery, MoMA, Guggenheim NY, National Portrait Gallery, Hayward Gallery), art fair co-director (Sluice), freelance curator (Josh Lilley Gallery), writer (Art Review, Artnet, Triple Canopy, Art21, Saatchi Online; catalogue essays for galleries and museums in Vienna, Antwerp, Dublin), and course leader (for the Saatchi Gallery: A Crash Course in Contemporary Art; for Art History UK: Who's Afraid of Contemporary Art?; educational trips for Art History Abroad and John Hall Venice).
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