There seems to be nothing noble in torn wallpapers and dead birds. And there's none. Yet in Payzant's representations we can certainly feel more than that. Hardly begun, half-ended scenarios slip from the consciousness of the canvas and leave us, the viewers to decide whether we want to end them. Or even if we consider then to be began. Payzant's art is like melting on a porch on a hot day when you find yourself half asleep or that time of the night when you think over your memories.