In Allyce Wood’s new drawings, the world has run dry. Everything seems like a husk of itself. Harvests are fibrous and striated, like precise medical drawings of muscles, tendons, bones. Dead and hollow pieces of wood are garlanded by parched leaves. Braids and nests have withered. Each drawing is so exactly beautiful as to be softly painful; each is a pang of self-conscious nostalgia for a lost world where these things are more alive. Though small, the show at SOIL, called Latent Utility: Present but Not Active Worth, feels like a major step forward for the young Seattle artist. (SOIL Gallery, 112 Third Ave S, soilart.org, noon–5 pm, free, through June 29)