Warin Lab

We like to think we’re in charge. That materials yield, that objects sit still until we say otherwise. But in this quietly unsettling series, plastic plays the lead. Heat-pressed and layered without brush or pigment, the works imitate landscape – clouds, coastlines, meadows – but it’s the plastic itself doing the talking. Its texture, tint and surface are left intact, unpredictable. The artist doesn’t command so much as collaborate, allowing the material to behave on its own terms. There’s something eerie about it. Familiar forms lure you in – pretty, even pastoral – until you notice the imprint of packaging, the echo of something disposable that refuses to vanish. The illusion fractures. Plastic, once obedient, now lingers, insists, performs. And we, the audience, are left to reckon with a world where the artificial no longer takes instruction. It simply stays. Until August 2. Free. Warin Lab Contemporary, 10.30-7.30pm