The wide range of works was a jarring and uncomfortable discrepancy, and something that I struggled with.

There is no inner beauty in Danica Lundy’s world.

Emotionally charged scenes filled with faces that don’t match my expectations.

It seems like I’m looking at a photo album from a post-human world.

I left none the wiser, but very much inspired, occasionally befuddled and amused.

Everything we experience, from a debilitating medical condition to a sporting event we watch, shapes who we are and will become.

Seeing these video works in person was absolutely better than watching a clip on social media but two things let me down.

The ambiguous shadow compositions tell me more about myself than they do about the painting.

I couldn’t stop asking myself: Are these even any good?

A masterclass of understated elegance. And much, much more.

These works make me feel like I’m walking through a field while also floating above it.

“I have a shed. And in that shed is a model. Come. Join me.” — Whoopsie