Clay Wainscott paints pictures of local architecture, nudes, people he knows, random household objects, flowers, and highways. Its an array of subjects quotidian and broad enough to feel random and meaningless. He paints these canvases big and he paints them glowing, a quality achieved through the layering of pure acrylic color in a glossy medium. That iridescence, in combination with certain themes, matters: kettles on stovetops and tangles of bikes do not usually merit such attention. Flowers and nudes, on the other hand, have been admired long enough. What more do they need, really? But the steps in a parking garage, now theres something that hasnt gotten enough love, not from architects or car drivers or artistsuntil now. They can only be the better for it.