To be invited to Brussels for one’s first solo exhibition when one was born and bred in Tennessee and lives in New York is one of the odd happenstances that always seem to befall Josh Smith, a young painter who for several years now has mostly painted a single subject: his name. From painting to painting, the letters that make up “Josh Smith” are extended, shortened, twisted, melted, or broken down until signifying nothing but meaninglessness itself: a clever and very sensible way of dealing with the question of subject, in all senses of the term.

This first exhibition presented eight paintings