Your Arms Outstretched Above Your Head, Coding With the Angels, Tai Shani’s new show at Gathering, encompasses watercolours, acidic geometries, glass eyes glowing with hunger as well as strained concepts of love, many candles, the sun. (The sun is a ghost here.) What brings these divergent things together in the precarious cosmology of this situation, is a trip. It would be reductive to describe this trip – seemingly induced by a mushroom known as ergot but not only – as either geographical or psychedelic, wholesome or decadent, because it feels like an actual, on-going transition: from individual need to shared heartbreak, to a depersonalized possibility of life beyond survival.