If Keegan Wenkman were his own painted allegory, he might go something like this: A boy, 22, is crouched outside of his apartment wearing nearly invisible glasses that give him the ability to stare through the brick turrets of the Gothic mansion across the street. Cigarette smoke surrounds his thin face, and he has little tufts of wild hair that act as tiny antennas, picking up on the loneliness around him. His cable-knit sweater has a four-inch gash at the right elbow, and a black, kid-sized superhero cape is tied loosely around his neck. He's more than outgrown the cape, which now looks like a baby bib turned backwards. It makes obvious outward flaws, like a torn sweater, seem even more... More >>>