The contradictoriness of Adam Blaustein Rejtos pandemic paintings, daubed from handmade oil and egg tempera on petite wood panels, takes its time to emerge. Theyre abstract; theyre representational. Theyre lyrical and lovely; theyre explosive and fragmentary. The hues are sweet and light; theyre heavy and muddy. Theyre panoramic; theyre molecular. Theyre tender; theyre careless. Those paradoxical descriptors apply to each of Blaustein Rejtos recent pictures, which also look like the offspring of a relationship between Kandinsky, Chagall, and a sweatshirt my mother wore in the 1980s. Dream-like modernism crossed with personal memory, the viewers or the artists, seems an adequate framework for it all, and squares well enough with titles like When I remember you and Looking through Rios binoculars inside the Widow Janes Cave.