Over at the Christopher Cutts Gallery, I took a trip out of the city without actually leaving. Daisuke’s painting are pillars of delicately overlapping and textured paint spanning almost the entirety of a horizon while a metropolis is depicted in flat, photo quality at the bottom. Even the sun is rendered as a clump of paint within the vastness. With the city marginalized at the base of the intense shifts in consistency and colour of the sky, there is a kind of vertigo created, but one which is tempered by the density of the paint. Its strong tactility provides the images with a curious grace. This last note is especially important given that the paintings have immense verticality, but never seem monumental.