Blake Haygood’s paintings are fields of soft washes strewn with shapes that seem almost ready to coalesce into identifiable objects. Walking the line between the organic and the mechanical, Blake commands our attention by presenting us with subjects that promise to become recognizable if only we stare at them long enough. It’s a bit of a tease, really– us viewers are left fixating at an indistinct horizon that will never quite come into focus, but somehow we’re still satisfied.