Cerith Wyn Evans review looking at art has rarely felt like such a vain pose

Serpentine Sackler, London

In the past, the Welsh artist has created strange and wondrous work. But this show is throwaway, half-hearted and embarrassing it even has a silly garden corner

The Welsh artist Cerith Wyn Evans has filled, or rather, half-heartedly semi-filled, the Serpentine Sacklers chic space with sparkling chandeliers and inanely poetic neon writings that mean less the longer you spend among them, and soon start to induce a deep sense of embarrassment.

Looking at art has rarely felt like such a vain pose. Standing there gazing seriously up at an array of elegant tubes piping out airy notes why? I felt like a character in some cruel Paolo Sorrentino film in which empty metropolitan types affect to see meaning in meaningless art.

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