Weirdness for weirdness’s sake? Weird to shock? Or organically weird, sprouting unmediatedly from Johnson’s noggin? Hard to tell where his Outsider Art-like drawings—which might also be the Bosch-like scribbling of a teen-angsty comic strip artist run amok—come from. Given the technical prowess of his paintings and ceramics pieces, it taints these inky scenes of disconnected mayhem with the wink of intellectual knowingness. Even so, they are accomplishedly weird—and if weird’s your thing, Johnson’s your guy.