At times this nostalgia trip feels a bit too saccharine, and the stripes and polka-dot patterns maybe a little too scrapbook-y. But then there are moments, like in the small ‘Pine Dream,’ where the ground and its forms, paths, and patterns trip all over themselves, allowing the viewer to wander and stumble, too. ‘Pine Dream’ feels like a nighttime walk in the woods: The sky’s a deep, cool blue. Out of a tangle of green and blue loops that, maybe, we are standing in, a blue waterfall appears. Crossing our field of vision from the right (wherever we are) is an almost-bare orange-limbed tree, whose few leaves show the earlier layers of the painting, the negative space. The blue paint of the sky cuts around the tree and the leaves, revealing the warmer layers beneath.