New York Magazine: in brief
Kay Larson: October 1986
Art Critic
In his second solo in New York, Michael L. Morrill shows a handsome, even elegant set of pictures that are also, in a different sense, metaphysical. On leathery fields of opaque paint, Morrill inscribes perfect arcs, a kind of Platonic geometry that is so finely attuned to the "music of the heavens" that it seems to be keeping invisible time. At 35, he is one of a surprisingly large bunch of artists his age who have found new emotional potential in minimalism. (Jus de Pomme Gallery, 338 East 11th Street; through November 2, 1986.)
