Painter Danielle Roberts deals in the quotidian. Her subjects, mostly women, can be found talking on the phone, or napping, or drinking a cocktail at a bar and looking bored while doing so. Her palette of cool tones makes these mundane scenes almost hallucinatory, plagued with unmistakable ennui. The singer Ida Cox once said “wild women don’t get the blues,” but Roberts’s women suggest the inverse of that notion—they live in the blues. Wild or not, they are deeply human. An exhibition of this young painter’s work is on display at Friends Indeed, a gallery in San Francisco. —Sophie Kemp