Jordan Bosher, Michael Werner Gallery’s archivist, aptly described this exhibition to me as a ‘box of jewels’. It’s a delicately curated show by Andrew Bonacina that unites works across generations, highlighting intricate thematic and visual correspondences between, say, Gwen John’s forlorn early 20th-century portraits of women, and Jake Grewal’s ambiguous contemporary renderings of lithesome male nudes. This delightful show, as Emily Steer pithily put it earlier this month, ‘posits interior and exterior worlds as permeable, with no clear delineation between body and mind’.
