Alec Egan’s oil paintings of quiet, cockeyed scenes lead viewers to the razor’s edge of idylls. Saturated sunsets, crashing waves, or clean bright bedrooms are subtly askew and hauntingly deserted; human narrative is inserted through architectural elements such as windows, apartment buildings, or parking lots. Egan’s approach to beauty is expressed through conflicting and layered wallpapers, fabrics, flowers, and foodstuffs; the clash is surreal and psychological. Despite the mundane status of his subjects—from waxy oranges resting on a windowsill to a discarded sock on the floor, Egan’s humdrum daily settings are a colorful feast of dense pattern and thick impasto, whose mysteries yield through prolonged looking.