Viewing Marcelo Pombo’s dazzling enamel paintings—obsessively rendered to the point of madness, with hallucinating dots on dots reproducing themselves like an uncontrollable epidemic over large areas of whirling paint—is, to say the least, a mesmerizing experience. Geometries emerge amid such images as these: beautiful wavering trees surrounded by water; alien figures holding musical instruments and inhabiting a nest; a roof made out of twigs, branches, and jewelry hovering over a garish rectangular form; a conglomeration of beads, feather dusters, weeds, and framed abstract paintings soaring