Christopher Martin Hoff didn’t live very long. He died suddenly this past spring, leaving a gaping hole in the community; it seems that everyone who knew him dearly loved not only his work but also him. While he was here, you could always find him on the streets, painting the streets, set up with an easel and an easygoing attitude. His skies were big, cloudy, and moody, but bound, lined by the grids of electrical bus lines seen from below. There was no separation between city and environment; this was Seattle. This show is a concentrated chance to see this place through his eyes one last time, and try to hold on to it. (Linda Hodges Gallery, 316 First Ave S, www.lindahodgesgallery.com, 6–8 pm, free)