Still impish after all these years, Karl Wirsum’s whimsical trove of figural invention continues to mesmerize. He’s been at it since the ’60s this meticulous yet goofy rearticulation of the figure into brightly painted flat pattern, performing a tour de force intermingling of comic relief and careful construction. Goofy, but not dumb; what gives Wirsum’s work its upbeat tempo and allure is its impressive combination of insouciance and scrupulousness, its air of idiosyncratic fetish obsessively and painstakingly realized. His protagonists perpetually oscillate between two and three dimensions;