Ah, yes, dunce caps, tree stumps, monkeys and robots. Sounds like a typical Saturday morning sleep in for me. What is this dark hinterland that so many 21st Century artists conjure? Was there some freaky children’s cough medicine on the shelves when they were young? Somebody ought to get them all in the same room for a reunion of the subconscious. Oh, wait, wait. That’s probably a bad idea. Some kind of black hole will probably open and spew scary cartoon characters all over the landscape.