You could condense Tim Kapler’s recent opening at Sanford & Son into two words: talent, and love.

There was talent on view, despite Kapler’s vehement pooh-pooh’s that he had none.

Thing is, the graphic designer/cum UWT â€"AV dude has an ability to take a square head and take it totally beyond square headishness; to take a 2D idea and make them move on a canvas.

I was confused.

I knew Tim back in the day when he suspended a rubber duck via a string by its neck for the UWT Ledger, and called it "Pointless."

I knew Tim as a really quiet mellow dude who did AV for my school and who did some cool random artistic stuff, but not as an artist, per se.

I knew Tim as the guy who showed up in Kulture Lab shows, whose POINTLESS columns I occasionally saw, and it was good.

His new show, which hangs through September’s second Thursday, shows the side of Kapler  that makes me tingle to see: there’e talent in his blockhead guys, from the vibrant play of  background to figure, to the heavy-handed, light-hearted play of subject matter itself  here’s the gun â€" index finger â€" there’s the sprayed brains â€" colorful, green yellow orange, on brown.

The opening event showed love in the crowd, present: I saw Hogbot afficionados, I saw Kulture Lab-ers. I saw Tim’s mom, dad, sister, nephew, niece; I saw Gretchen and Mindy who stuck him into the space in the first place.

I saw a segment of the crowd unfamiliar to me, though it was doubtless an Third Thursday Art Walk crowd, in and out, in and out.  I saw Kapler himself, smiling, amazed.
I saw me, smiling, amazed: dude.  The stuff on the wall is good. 

Crazy good.

I saw me chucking, to myself â€" Dude.  Kapler’s crazy good.

See it.  Tell me I’m wrong.  I’ll argue.