Concrete Playground

I'm Just Going to Live Out of Boxes Until I Decide What I Want to Do. We've all been there — scattered paper on a floor; boxes of stuff you don't know if you want or really need; tidying your life into parcels. Bronwyn Clark-Coolee contemplates the past and the present through a process of pause and return in her current exhibition. Delicate watercolour portraits call across the room to a set of unnerving eyes which have been scratched-out of paper and roughly sewn — her range of works are set apart from the other current shows by way of an alcove and lick of grey paint.

Screaming into Clark-Coolee's solitude is Ron Adams's optic-fantastic This Time. A mosaic of MDF tiles painted in acryliced precision begs PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT — one wonders just exactly what is it Adams wants and who he's pleading with. And, who could deny him when he asks with that lyrical mix of etiquette and demand; of labored execution and immediacy.

On a quieter note, Clinton Garofano's No Flowers By Request asks us to contemplate the celebration of life with flower arrangement. White plinth lightboxes illuminate vintage still-lives of flower offerings at funerals and the act of viewing Garofano's work — leaning down to peer at the image and read the accompanying gold plaque (which says something along the lines of how the deceased will be surely missed) — invokes a feeling of reverence and distance.