Adam Hunter Caldwell paints collages in a way that makes it hard for ones brain to accept that these aren’t actually assembled sources. It’s still a collage, as disparate subconscious renderings collide in space and inhabit each other with color, topography, and history; but it’s also a painting. Blended, yet incongruous. In one corner, typography; in the other, parka-wearing hikers… then flowers and everything else you’d assume would require many psyches to amalgamate. It’s all part of these complex worlds.