. Another depicts a living room in a very different state, its floor trash-strewn, its furniture ruined, its ceiling peeling paint. Putting the two together, one directly above the other, seems a little too on the nose for an otherwise fairly sly show. Llerena’s other model-home images are more successful. “Model (bookshelf)” depicts a bookshelf filled with artfully arranged books and family photos, yet something about the impersonality of the library (popular fiction titles and no-name nonfiction, all stripped of dust jackets as decorative books-by-the-foot tend to be) and the context raises the question of whose family, exactly, is that in the photos, and whom this sort of sterile hominess is supposed to appeal to/fool. “Model (throne)” captures an oblique, high-angle rendering of a pristine toilet in a tiny mini-mansion alcove, its unused sacrosanctness and pure potentiality telegraphed by a sanitized-for-your-protection-style ribbon wrapped around the lid. A brown ribbon. The wit of these images and the eerie inhuman environment they capture linger after you head off to your own messy home.