It's a miserable July in San Antonio, with no CAM to drag us out of our air-conditioned cocoons and into the sweaty night, but at Fl!ght Gallery on South Flores, Justin Parr has helped Vincent Valdez stage a dreamy little show of silkscreened prints inspired by the mysterious absence that is sleep. The clean black-and-white images are lighter in spirit (and shading) than the well-known boxer that endures his "Stations" of the right cross, but they're touched by a whisper of the surreal fever that fired his 2009 El Chavez Ravine installation at SAMA and crackling with his unfailing gift for character.




John Cody Williams' one-man show at Joan Grona Gallery feels like a coming-of-age party, and it is a celebration of sorts for his drawing talent, discouraged for years during formal art studies. Williams, 33, moved back to his hometown of Mason, Texas, on the edge of the Hill Country after he graduated from the University of Houston in 2008. There he's been composting his meaty illustration skills and childhood kitsch into swamps of memory, nightmare, and wish fulfillment.
