Something about Karin Weiner’s collage suggests her characters are skeptical of the plethora of rubber galoshes in stores now: No matter how prettily designed — with ascot-clad ducks or dancing bears! — they rarely do the trick. Instead, Weiner’s oil-painted men navigate the rainy abyss on wooden stilts that, well, also seem to be caving under the cloudy pressure. More delicately humorous collages hang at Chelsea’s ZieherSmith gallery around a life-size boat designed out of found wood: another handmade shelter from the world’s natural resources. —Emma Pearse