Endow’s picture-perfect paintings give the punk-rock side-eye to everything we hold precious: lambs, children, Twinkies, nuclear blasts, jungle gyms, tater tots, backpacks, those scary monkey toys with the little cymbals and Diane Arbus. The finest details of her pictures reveal the dazzling Lynchian ugly behind the normal AF façade. She sees into our souls. And she does commissions.
