Oils, acrylics, and whatever else is on the table. The loud, strange canvases that stop someone mid-room and hold them there.

Risograph, screen, and etching runs pulled by hand in the club press room. Each edition gets its own grain, its own mistakes, its own life.

Life drawing sessions, sketchbook nights, and short animated studies that give still work a heartbeat. Nothing precious, everything practised.

We take a single strange idea and grow it into a full show, complete with a room, a run of work, and enough chaos to keep people digging.