I love Marsden Hartley's artichokes. They just sit there, insisting on staying upright, the two of them there together, not touching, as the painting they're in tries to dump them out onto the floor of the gallery. He made them in 1932. Right now, they're in a sweet little show of American modernism at the Frye Art Museum, joined by the loneliest painting for miles, of garden furniture, by California realist John Register; a pile of blazing peaches painted by 1913 Armory Show organizer Walt Kuhn; and a weird, early, Frenchy, scumbly Grant Wood. (Frye Art Museum, 704 Terry Ave, 622-9250. 10 am–5 pm, free.)