Postcards of mystery and imagination

The title borrows its shape from Poe, and something of his method too: these are small, contained objects — postcard-scaled, stamped, dated, numbered like editions of a keepsake — carrying content that has no business being sent through the post.

A postcard promises wish you were here. These keep that promise, and let you work out what "here" means.

Each piece is a single frozen moment, cropped of context, in the format of a keepsake — stamped, dated, numbered like an old collectible. A girl hangs from gymnastic rings in a pose indistinguishable from execution. A boy handstands inside a chalk-drawn threshold. A blindfolded girl raises both hands in a forest that has stopped pretending to be friendly. A girl walks a duck on a lead, perfectly at ease — the unease belongs to the viewer, who knows ducks aren't led and doesn't know what this one is.

Hersoid's vintage photographic ground and pencil intervention are cut through with a single wrong colour per image — arson-orange, forest-teal, a hot pink glimpsed in a wrestling child's cheek — doing the work violence usually does in a picture.