The paintings at Manhattan's Downtown Gallery this week range in subject from the comic to the sublime, but even the most light-hearted of them seem to carry a heavy secret. Whether involved in a child's game or in an ancient tragedy, the chunky figures appear lost in some timeless trance: no matter how much a part of a group they are, they are always solitary. The figures pray or weep, bend in joy or agony, play out roles in a cobbler's shop, or at the foot of the Cross. They all bear the same...
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