Aron Wiesenfeld makes paintings and charcoal drawings in which he evokes a reality that is at once familiar and mysterious. These poetic and carefully composed fragments are windows into an autonomous world that continues off the edges of the canvas. They trigger stories in the imagination that can take the shape of fairy tales, or more complex forms, questioning modern day alienation. References to art history, mythology, and pop culture converge without hierarchical order amid the cluttered remainders of manufactured landscapes, or baroque scenes of nature in glorious overgrowth. The people that populate his work embark on secret errands into veils of falling snow and twilight. His works have a restrained and focused tone, inviting contemplation of this intimate space, silent but for murmurs of the ominous.