My son and I went to an exhibit last weekend of the illustrator Taniuchi Roku. The event was sandwiched in between two hours of playing outside in the warm sunshine and a thick slice of buttered toast eaten on twistable stools at the museum’s cafe, so perhaps these two conditions helped heighten our appreciation of the art. But his work was sweet, verging on cute, usually from a child’s eye-view, but I thought the mix of occasional humorous or imaginative elements made it magical. Of course, my son appreciated the abundance of trains in the paintings.