Way up in the sky little darlin’
VCA Grad Show
The University of Melbourne, Naarm Melbourne, Nov-Dec 2025

There’s space, maybe much. I am careful here, and at a loss. Every room holds a structure of generalisation. We are inside yet positioned otherwise; bound by shapes we can’t escape. Theory never quite holds, though it’s unclear what could—bags, hooks, chairs, teeth. At the seam of abstraction and representation, forms overlap and accumulate and produce a density of relation rather than a singular image. I am confidently uncertain that what remains is not resolution but a completely ordinary triumph against every capitalist instinct, of managing to leave some space empty.