a caustic nod to modern consumerism and the impossible standards set upon us. A heart-shaped balloon may invoke the boundless spirit of love, but to the despairing it can just as easily be pricked and dissipate. The instinct to reach is inescapable, but the shelves are two-dimensional; the dream is there, but one cannot grasp it.

Maculan’s lens teases and what appears as a physical manifestation of our secret psyche is a fantastical springboard for universal connection. The cocktail morphs naturally into a conversation, and now we are all talking about dreams –