Once cued in to the presence of these everyday folks (described in the haziest way, most have no facial characteristics and are simply colored silhouettes), the hunt is on and you find them, one after another, in the works. The thrill is not unlike that of finding Waldo in the “Where’s Waldo” books.
That’s all I’ll say, except that the paintings are are saved from mere description of space by the weird and pleasing ghost people who remind you there are secrets in the houses here — and sadness and every other possible human emotion. The works have some great paint passages and their lovely colors reminded me of my other favorite painter of the suburbs, the young Roland Becerra whose house-scapes and suburbs are scary places full of monsters. Here’s more Becerra and more Becerra from artblog’s archives. Reisman’s show is up to Dec. 30.