Sarah Beddington (°1964, GB) selects a disparate range of imagery, from a bathroom in a Cairo belly dancers¹ club to a take-away in Brixton, all photographed by the artist during night-time excursions in various cities. Like a cinematic flip-book, the piece reveals sequences of the same space, which is viewed sometimes from a distance, sometimes from close up. These impersonal interiors are interrupted by inanimate objects. In this artificially lit world devoid of people, even everyday items are transformed to suggest possible intrigue. A narrative is implied but under scrutiny this breaks down into a series of fragments. A dark veil of paint on the surface appears to bind everything together but actually provides further interruption by concealing certain underlying images, depending on the viewer's position. This denies the possibility of ever viewing the whole piece simultaneously. The sense of absence in this unresolved narrative creates a disquieting sense of waiting for something to happen which is not quite known, yet strangely familiar, like a half remembered dream.