Gene Beecher's enigmatic paintings begin with broad, intuitive gestures against color fields and as he paints his "unseen friends" emerge. Their twisted bodies and distorted faces assault and disturb the viewer as they appear to be caught at an emotionally charged moment. Perhaps he is assuaging and responding to the deep-seated and gnawing half-memories the terrifying experience of having fallen down an outhouse hole one dark night as a youngster. Whatever their origin, Beecher painted almost every day since moving to Florida in 1982, until one summer night when the 93-year-old artist was found bewildered, wandering the halls of his retirement home: he had spray painted himself with Day-Glo paint and had sprinkled himself with silver glitter.