If contemporary painting were an awkward high school dance, with representational neo-expressionism standing against one wall, staring across the room at geometric abstraction against the other, Arntzen's work would stand in the middle of the dancefloor, self-consciously staring at its untied shoes. One of my favorite paintings is a tiny composition of gloppy brown triangles. Its title, "Cardboard," betrays that it is in fact more than just a pattern. It is a fitting capitulation of Arntzen's work. Hung inconspicuously amongst other small canvases, humble in scale and ambition, the piece transfigures its subject matter-the most ordinary of mass-produced materials-through the artist's careful observation. Then again, the piece is perhaps less "about" cardboard; it is about paint: glorious, malleable oil paint, full of possibilities in all its obvious flatness and infinite depth.