Odd events are taking place in Mrozowski's paintings: Crowds are gathered to watch what might be some obtuse performance art or an ominous religious service; in another moody composition, the masses seem mesmerized by a threatening purple cloud floating just above their heads; elsewhere, the people have turned into pianos, or cows — they have become the spectacle for which we are the audience. Tinged with magical realist nostalgia for small towns where strange mysticisms are taken for granted, the Brooklyn-based painter portrays a world full of whimsical enigmas.