The sense that you are about to be shown something wrong lingers throughout this bizarre semi-narrative. Appropriated imagery of natural disasters, paper crafts, mutated animals, abject beauty and genocide form an exquisite corpse of uncanny connectivity with chirrupy 1950s advertising music or romantic classical. Is this a test? A sensual strip curtain of shiny black pvc suddenly slides in front of the frame - further teasing the relationship with the material act of viewing and constructing meaning, and you are faced with a lo-fi gameshow puzzle that provides no opportunity to engage and a live, rubber-headed nurse continues your aptitude test. “You have a split emotional register,” you are told, “would you like me to reseal it?”