Symmetry can be beautiful; it can also be frightening, which may be just a delirious aspect of the sublime, What symmetry can never be, though, is picturesque and quaint; it always commands a certain scale and a certain tembilitas. In a series of large graphite, ink, and gouache drawings on paper, artist Amy Myers portrays nearly symmetrical figures of inordinate force and complexity. The figures are unrecognizable as anything even remotely known, their overall abstract shapes punctuated by teasingly innumerable details, and their rough bilateral symmetries made even more dramatic by being posted slightly off-center. Nothing, from the largest gestalt to the smallest detail, yields any sense of their nature. They are, in short, fantastically alien and sublime at the same time.