THE END’S NOT NEAR IT’S HERE. The doomy announcement is picked out from a glittering blue ground in what look at first like snowflakes or starbursts but turn out on closer inspection to represent bullet holes, their stylized design borrowed from a hot-rod decal. The fusion of dark humor, cheesy glamour, and pop-cultural reference (the slogan comes from an OC episode title) that distinguishes Glen Baldridge’s slick, multilayered print recurs throughout his third solo show at the gallery. More sinister yet is “Lucky Sevens,” 2009, a series of silk-screened image of coffins appropriated from a catalog found in the artist’s apartment, a former casket factory. Replicating the scratch-off surface applied to lottery tickets, Baldridge further aestheticizes an already ornate subject and casts human mortality as a merciless game of chance with an inescapable culmination. Read More