Painters have been obsessed with death since the very first artist took the very first breath. (Pretty much everyone else has too, but that’s another story.) But while successive generations of Futilists might’ve chosen to speculate on the finality of it all, the more compelling creatives concern themselves with what happens on the way to The Final Frontier. That of course means life. It also means living. And the lovely decay inherent in the day-to-day.