A tall brick chimney looms at the back of the gallery, but the rest of Putnam’s show consists of rather small, strange photographs, most of which involve architecture, interiors, and psychological space. All but two of the pictures are rephotographed shots of a video screen, putting more distance between the viewer and what looks like the surveillance feed from a torture chamber—or the record of an avant-garde performance piece starring the artist himself with his face bound in cord or paper. Reflections, distortions, and image manipulations (a long, bare leg ends in a languidly arched arm) take us far from the concrete world into a realm that David Lynch might have dreamed up—a place that’s seductive, forbidding, and erotically charged. Through Oct. 17.(Taxter & Spengemann.)