Black Lunch

The space was eerily lit by the cream striped wallpaper boarding up the windows. Looking down from around the door was a family of portraits in heavy-looking gilded frames. These images were painted copies of decaying characters uplifted from zombie movies. In the corner opposite, was the ‘skin’ of a creature with a mask-like face, lambskin growths, and sharp red fingernails attached to arm-length white gloves.

At the narrow end of the gallery, brightly coloured poppies waved back and forth, providing a vivid foreground to the disturbing actions of the creature behind – a video projection of the embodied ‘skin’, awkwardly unwrapping cling-wrapped objects and attacking them with an over-sized knife and fork