Lisa Crowley's photographs capture moments that are both vast and empty, frozen images that reveal the instability of the cultural landscape. Sensual and sublime, her deadpan representations of horses gazing out at the viewer in this new body of work conjure up romantic images of travel, beauty, and freedom.

Parallelling the vicarious escapism offered by cinema, these idealised images provide a place where our own fantasises can come to rest. Almost pornographic in their intensity, soft fades of horse flesh, and dewy eyes, act as a screen for the projection of our own desires. Like the scrolling film credits suggested by the exhibition title - 'The End' - the effect of these photographs is to leave the viewer suspended in a state of reverie.