I've been casually admiring some quaint little towns I wish I could live in. Any one of these houses nestled tightly amongst trees and other homes looks perfectly cozy for me. I associate drawings of buildings squashed together with the bustle of cities, so it's unusual for me to be looking at these homes practically smothered with no room between them and yet feel the opposite of city life. It's probably Samantha Dolan's intricate details on the leaves doing the trick. Her patterns are obsessive and consume the image until there is nowhere left unfilled. Still, there's something tranquil that comes from following the repetition of familiar shapes.