Harper Blanchet knows how to stroke a mean canvas. "Untitled 2004" shows the chromatic expressionist staircase that led to his more recent black paintings.

Dave Channon's collage "Pat, Pat, Pat" links golfing and ballet with a dash of haberdashery to a hornpipe jig.

Here's a "Shellelagh" trapped in a coagulated quadrilateral twilight zone of congealed pigment by Fred Duignan.

Peter Head wins the best homemade Audobon-bon bird on a barbed wire award...

and the top prize for handwriting excellence in this "Florida Scrub Jay"

Lenny Kislin makes more sense out of the "US Economy" than a room full of  egghead academic experts.

Let's hope this trainwreck wasn't carrying tankers of radioactive waste.

I included a whole constellation of works to convey just how outside Eve Otto is. The unorthodox use of shipping peanuts and plastic wrap are just two conceptual handles on her free wheeling solo room exhibition.

Gavin Owen conjures the hairiest best friend a man ever had, "Coco".

Tom Rapin dribbled a duet of color field canvasses titled "Positive Threshold"

Positively illuminating.

Judith  Singer knows a good nervous breakdown when she sees one. The large gauge is reading zero on the black/grey matter richter scale. The rose carries her own barbed wire in "Choices, Too Many Choices".

Lizz Smyth hangs a hot sunset on the old town tonight in "Fury".

Mighty Xee tells it like it is for too many unfortunate souls. Untimely ripped from the womb and a sign of the times to boot. "True Story". Who am I to doubt the veracity?