NARWHAL / WARHOL

A junkyard doubling as a Warhol. A wrecked green car in the foreground, a row of identical green cars repeating across the middle (Warhol silkscreened the same crash again and again), a pop-bright face grinning from the corner, tabloids rotting in the dirt below. Death and disaster, mass-produced, with a narwhal's name swimming under Warhol's. The serial image as landfill.

James Formichella is a Gloucester painter who works by association. Each of these canvases has a companion in An Alphabetical Caprice, a notebook he compiled from his working notes and source clippings: an A to Z in which every letter spirals off into art history, etymology, money, madness, and mortality. He came to Gloucester from Denver in 1978 for the plein-air light, trained in oil under John C. Terelak, and is an associate member of the North Shore Arts Association.

One of a kind. Giclée on stretched canvas, a flat $180 regardless of size. Fish City Studios, 39 Main St, Gloucester. Leaves the gallery ready to hang.