Becthle’s paintings are BETTER than photographs. Do you object to the clean discipline of the painting? The odd compositions? The sober color palette? Do you object to the family snapshot nature of the oeuvre; How these paintings touch on the mundane reality of our lives as a sort of "We used to go to the beach in that car." kind of way? Here you find the quiet and paltry order of middle-class lives. Penetrating shadows, blank light on bare walls, storebought design. It's not the whole of life, but it's a picture perfect vision of one solid part of America . . . at least what America was before you-know-who showed up.