The home, the psyche, the mortal coil — it’s barely fall and artists are already alluding to the existential territory that encroaches as each year comes to a close. Even Stephen Westfall’s geometric abstractions channel the varied meanings of “bird” in the artist’s angular, enigmatic forms. A requiem for seasons past or a song for those to come? Read John Yau’s review and decide for yourself. … Perhaps the uninterpreted, curated responses reveal as much as the standardized test itself.” —Monica UszerowiczRead the review.