Neo Rauch’s work is at once familiar and slightly off, though slightly off shouldn’t be confused with off-putting; His paintings are huge and bright and difficult to tear your eyes away from. Calling his compositions surreal only barely describes them, and besides, Rauch isn’t too fond of the word. The colors he uses and the imagery are reminiscent of old storybooks. People are dressed in all manner of clothing, from Paul Bunyan to the Revolutionary War-era, think lots of men in waistcoats and britches. His landscapes owe a lot to Dali’s desolate, almost post-apocalyptic fantasy worlds, and his proportions are all over the place. Men and women of various sizes operate together on the same plane without clear distinction as to fore or background.