Johnson Tsang’s baby sculptures provoke an immediate, visceral reaction. Confusion. Discomfort. A nervous laugh. The figures are unmistakable. Milky white, porcelain-like babies with oversized heads, frozen mid-action as they wrestle, collide, and scramble over one another. The effect is absurd and unsettling all at once. If there were ever a case for a genre called “crazy milk babies,” this might be it.