Marc Chiat's recent paintings and works on paper are about the moral dilemma of an artist coming to terms with war through creating images that speak vividly, and to as many people as possible. We imagine the artist having fun drawing the tanks like that of a child caught up in his own fantasy war games, and his enjoyment in every brushstroke to miraculously create a stone that would soon become a mountain of rubble. Yet, one senses a perverse pleasure in looking at these works. Chiat is in fact aware of these contradictions. Having been evicted from his long-time studio due to gentrification, with fight (a more personal war), his rubble is not only the rubble of Iraq or Afghanistan, but the rubble nestled between the interchanges of California interstate highways.