Moss Lasica Wood            
                   Das probeweise, 2025
                   Oriented strand board, acrylic paint, plywood, inkjet print on card, ink, 120 x 66cm
                   Olivia Wood
                   Spirit Level, 2025
                   Velvet and synthetic haberdashery, dimensions variable





                   Moss Lasica Wood
                   Das probeweise, 2025
                   Oriented strand board, acrylic paint, inkjet print on card, ink, 28 x 21cm    

                   Ignatz Cady Freer
                   Ask Me About the Ass, 2025
                   Foam, plaster, found clothes, dimensions variable





                   Darcy Guttridge
                   It Girl, 2024
                   Oil on canvas, 170 x 30cm



                   Lane Cormick
                   B/4 the Devil, 2024
                   Colour photocopy and enamel on acetate, 84x59 cm
                   B/4 the Devil, 2024
                   Colour photocopy and enamel on acetate, 84 x 59cm



                   Lane Cormick
                   The Mary, 2020-25
                   Sergio Tacchini t-shirt, enamel and sticker on bought Virgin Mary sculpture, dimensions variable


Pervert
1/02/2025 - 21/02/2025              Darcy Guttridge, Ignatz Cady Freer, Lane Cormick, Moss Lasica Wood, Olivia Wood

And just when he had poured out his soul, he suddenly became ashamed that he had shown me his whole soul like that. And he immediately began to hate me. He’s the sort of man who feels terribly shamed by poverty. But above all he was offended because he had accepted me too quickly as a friend and given in to me too soon; first he attacked me, tried to frighten me, then suddenly, as soon as he saw the money, he began embracing me. Because he did embrace me, and kept touching me with his hands. That is precisely why he came to feel such humiliation, and it was just there that I made that mistake, a very serious one: I suddenly said to him that if he didn’t have enough money to move to another town, he would be given more, and that even I myself would give him as much of my own money as he wanted. And that suddenly struck him: why, indeed, should I up and help him? You know, Lise, it’s terribly difficult for an offended man when everyone suddenly starts looking like his benefactor. . 

The Brothers Karamazov, pg. 215
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky,