Macabre and twisted men are metaphors for the planet’s collapsing ecosystems in Graham Lambkin’s art. He rubs stones and nails on paper with oil, and then weaves biomorphic figures into the distressed planes. Featureless faces and humanoid hybrids bob up out of flames and flowers, a lonely leg floats above the chaos. Scrolling through the pieces in this online exhibition, one gets the disturbing impression that the wreckage is a vision of things to come. —E.C.
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