Engulfed by an expressive red-orange sky, Jon Pylypchuk’s Your Brother Is Adopted… humorously transforms the transcendentalism of colour-field painting into a slacker zone of emotional numbness. Composing a landscape from lumpy formalism, heavy shapes of black, brown and silver strive for compositional pretension in their lowly tourist shop media of sand painting. Adorning his canvas with scraps of fabric and paper, Pylypchuk underwrites his inadequate gesture with a script of two scraggly figures puffing fags, bored by both the sublime and the salacious.