That the Society of Contemporary Artists hosts its yearly Small Format show with zealous regularity deserves applause. However, when urge turns to obligation, gestures of habit do creep in. Since these seasoned artists have a practised ease, a certain satisfaction is ensured anyway. But it's this practised ease that needs a thorough shake-up once in a while, giving way to unpractised tangents and plunges, misstep and all.

Which veteran Manik Talukdar isn't afraid of. His two terracottas, accenting the sensuous process of moulding the clay, are engaging. Nor does Ganesh Haloi hesitate to give arch tweaks to his idiom (picture). His tense little lines, trailing watery spills and smudges, seem scattered into accidental forms that could come apart, as it were, if the lines were to tumble about and fall into other, unbidden patterns.

Manoj Dutta simplifies form to a child-art feyness that's meandered down partly from Klee, while Aditya Basak's apparitional faces and Bimal Kundu's toast to nature's shapes confirm that rewards often lie outside settled grooves.