David Foote seems to be the character representation of his art. The surface: trendy, bright, and easygoing, with a devil-may-care posture that you could hang above your couch or share a shot of tequila with in some obscure downtown haunt. Scratch a bit at that surface and you’ll find and interesting juxtaposition, a slight exploration of darkness with a solicitous interior and spectacular call for detail. His work “The New Girls” is simple in its conception of graphic female faces. But darkness is in the details: the macabre looks, vacant eyes, and tiny slugs scrawled in the hair of his intrepid beauties.