There's a vein here now--oddly effective pieces we've come across.

There's a local painter who used to do thickly painted impressionist things, and for awhile she was using the sort of trendy device of painting a picture across several different panels, that you hang together to make the picture. One of these really struck me. It was three vertical panels the same size showing a view of eastern parkway, a divided road here with lots of trees. But each panel had a tree in the left front and one in the right rear of the panel. So although together they looked like a single image, they also suggested three repetitions of the same scene--the loose impressionist technique roughed them in as sort of the same. The center panel had a little tree growing between the two big ones--growing there, and then gone again, if viewed as a sequence. I found it really odd and interesting, a kind of conceptual maybe-narrative/ironic impressionism. None of her other stuff followed that track though.

This and other odd pieces remind me of Gogol's comment that he "respects" flowers that grow by themselves on graves.