A nothingness wrapped in mediocrity owns this wall, owns your gaze. Mere sheets and hints of printed words pinned to immensity, slathered in greater glumps of white, but the description makes it less as you learn the painting somehow represents the communities fractured by Eisenhowerโs highways. You look at it, then back at the description. You step away and travel to the video- foot exhibitโa boot decimates pumpkin pie on a screen, and all you can do is thank God that there isnโt a description for this as well.