Lubaina Himid’s British pavilion at the Venice Biennale review – alienation in a green and pleasant land

Israel

Amid a calming soundtrack of lapping waves and cooing birds, workers in brightly coloured paintings share glances that say: ‘What the hell are we doing here?’ But isn’t there more to not belonging than this show suggests? Amid a calming soundtrack of lapping waves and cooing birds, workers in brightly coloured paintings share glances that say: ‘What the hell are we doing here?’ But isn’t there more to not belonging than this show suggests? H ome comforts aren’t always all that comfortable. Here