There is an undeniable lushness to the paintings and textiles in Annette Hur’s solo show “Watching from the Other Side” at Hesse Flatow in Chelsea. Elegant shapes shine through dappled light and leaves. Oils blur, drip, or dive across the surface at wild angles. But discolorations and deformations suggest that something is unresolved, something is in process. Lines are strained, stretched and full of holes. Clouds of analogous color are cut with dissonant hues or smeared with black. The colors are subtle but sick, atmospheric but poisoned. They have a headache.
Annette Hur: Painful, elegant mortality
James J.A. Mercer, Two Coats of Paint , November 26, 2021