Paintings, drawings, and sculpture by Tyler Vlahovich usually appear faceted, fractured, cut up and/or pushed together. The elements are generally soft-edged, muddied color shapes, marks, lines, and blotches seemingly agitated, as if in search of their place among the crowd, perhaps a bit horny.

While the scale of the paintings, subdued colors, and simple paint applications shoot sidelong glances at early 20th century easel painting, the totality of the work extends out to our contemporary emotional, psychological, and sensual experiences. A personal narrative seems to direct the making of these paintings and drawings, yet they never reveal any such thing. They remain specific yet vague, familiar and odd, old and new.