Throughout Jon Pylypchuk’s work is an irrepressible optimism, an underdog’s against-all-odds drive for meaningful existence in a barbaric world. Hopefully I Will Live Through This… sprawls across the gallery floor in a chaotic rodent war of puke and death, as tiny rat-soldiers meet their demise not in a moment of battle glory, but an outbreak of poisoning. Crafted with farcical malevolence, Pylypchuk implies an ‘us vs. them’ narrative featuring viewer as villain: his microcosm spoilt by a towering on-looking exterminator. There’s a pang of sympathy as the cute little nasties limp on gun-crutches and writhe in agony, but it’s only momentary in the over all satisfaction of poetic justice well served.