Kirico Tanikawa’s paintings are as evasive as
forensic photographs, like evidence they present
a series of clues that refuse
any obvious reason or purpose.
Casually objects sit and wait for you to
imagine what it all means, like a mood board of
bits and pieces without script or conclusion.
Vignettes in a baroque tableaux
of the overlooked returned in urbane
a reliquary as familiar as it is dislocated.