There is a wooden pin board, headphones and hair twisted into words, but the first thing you notice is the same sequence of words being broadcast by every work: “Obsessions are helpful professionally and inane privately.”

Like peering into a child’s box of clippings or at a snapshot of some strange play, David Elliott’s latest exhibition of paintings, Chutes, delights and arouses the inquisitive mind. The puzzle-like qualities of the presentation impels a search for the elusive narrative. Maybe it’s the fragmented distribution of images or that the box setting suggests [...]