Imagine if you will a female Japanese artist who dresses as a hamster and scurries round amid wood chips and scraps of torn paper, wide-eyed, nibbling on croissant-size, cookie-dough “sunflower seeds.” Yes, in this city with its insatiable sweet tooth for art, it does sound like yet another serving of cotton-candy cuteness.

But I took a chance on Sako Kojima’s current exhibition, because her new work is executed in the comfort food of artistic media, good old-fashioned paint on canvas. I was also overdue for a visit to northeast Shinjuku’s Kagurazaka, whose tiny streets host scores of independent printing factories and a quartet of very independent galleries, the Kodama, Takahashi, Sasahara and the Yamamoto Gendai — where Kojima’s “The Gloaming,” opened last Saturday night.

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