It’s either the eye-pop effect of his palette or the graffiti tag sensibility of the brushstrokes that endear David Reed’s new paintings to me. They just seem familiar. In what can feel like an austere and exclusive world of high culture and Chelsea art openings, his solo show opened with a mix of 20-something hipsters and beret-topped collectors. So it seemed like Reed achieved what his bio outlined as his original premise — to re-contextualize abstract painting within a greater visual culture. His exhibition runs at New York’s Max Protetch Gallery until December 22.