A pack of dogs, a suggestion of a transformation, a woman in a wild place. A wolf. In the analogue photography of Joanna Pallaris, the time, as Hamlet had it, is out of joint. Double exposures make visible the formation of a rock face through the head of a dog. A woman’s face – the artist’s? – appears framed inside a canine silhouette. Shadows perch upon rocks, boundaries blur, corners fade to white. Something is gained perhaps, or someone lost. The moon shows itself for a moment through the clouds.