Takuya Mitani lingers on that uneasy line between sweetness and the stranger instincts we prefer to keep tucked away. The starting point is a painting titled Tiny tiny Icarusy icarusia, a sideways nod to the Greek myth of Icarus. Here, the boy does not plummet in disgrace. Instead, he slips back into a kind of infantile regression, retreating from adult expectation towards something softer. The wax wings melt, yet it reads less as punishment, more as surrender, a drifting off rather than a crash. Six further canvases expand the idea. Girls appear adorned with ram horns, crocodile tails, artificial wings, each accessory doubling as armour. Beneath the decorative calm sits a flicker of wildness. The myth feels present tense, still reshaping itself before our eyes.
Until March 22. Free. Joyman Gallery, 11am-6pm
