In Scott Marvel Cassidy’s still lifes and portraits, life is funny, tragic, boring, sloppy, slow, quiet, beautiful. His subdued tableaux train a meditative gaze on loved ones and belongings. The subjects are modest, familiar—a tangled lock of hair, a refrigerator, aged cheeses—all rendered with a flat, affectionate warmth and deadpan humor. Cassidy’s brush keeps a devotional focus on domestic mess, transforming the banal into something mythic. Here are our grubby, crowded living and workspaces, glancing moments with the people we love. We should really clean today but we probably won’t.
