Eli Hansen's new show—of formal paintings, photographs of fetid scenes hidden in cigar boxes like secrets, and sculptures of broken chemistry sets made of glass and concrete—is the heartbreakingest art show in recent memory. One concrete object sitting forlornly on the floor, shaped like a glass beaker with curls of glass sprouting from its top, is the bleak doppelgänger of a bright, bongy Chihuly Venetian (and Hansen is a trained glassblower in the Northwest tradition). We used to get so high; now this is all that's left. (Lawrimore Project, 831 Airport Way S, 501-1231. 10 am–5:30 pm, free. Through May 9.)