The politeness of this work makes me reconsider the bad, vulgar paintings of three years ago. Javernick's imagery has mutated into attractive designs that beg nothing more of the viewer than appreciation. Under the microscope, the artist has found life forms to pose as abstraction -- a benign enterprise. What of Blake's "fearful symmetry," or Frost's "design of darkness to appall"? Or Pollack, who poured abstract forms from his being and pronounced, "I am nature"? An authentic vision of nature is known by how it provokes hard questions; the artificial gives easy answers.