Funny, faux-naïve paintings by this Toronto artist resemble the works of a semitalented high school stoner steeped in heavy metal music, fantasy novels and French Symbolism. Mr. Ethier paints on easel-size panels in oleaginous glazes, creating an oozy, finger-painting-like luminosity.

As usual, nothing of significance will be asked, and most certainly, answered, but do expect the dollar (and, inversely, ES) to go up, then down, then up, and so forth as random vacuum tubes blow in NYSE's ultramodern Mahwah collocation facility.

Her long slit sleeves, stiffe buske, puffe verdingall, / Is all that makes her thus angelicall.

There were a few eager teens milling around in the parking lot.