Don’t let the cute animals fool you; these paintings are not so innocent. A vague sense of foreboding permeates these otherwise joyful works. In Iadevaia’s last show, climate apocalypse hovered in his portentous smokey-pink skies. Here, the colors tend toward a primary-centric palette which suggest heat maps, those innocuous harbingers of our likely doom. As paintings, these are impeccably executed in searing pigments with a pitch-perfect, almost fractal attention to detail. His painterly touch is loving but trepidatious, as it should be. Given the storybook atmospherics, I’ll leave you with this: A storm is coming…