The Phoenix Gallery ran an exhibition called Dream Home last month. We went along on a minor grand day out. On entering, there’s a small web of corridors to pick your way from, filling the space with archways and doors to go through, each entering a new room with a different theme. It’s a nice space.

We sat for a while on an old sofa in a 40s style room, with old music and war reports playing, wondering what the world used to be like.

They created a simple room that was one of the most interesting by blocking up the door. Rattling the door handle you can’t get in through, you’re forced to peer through a slit window or a small peephole around the corner at kneeling level. Peering through the tiny hole gave an angular look into the room, craning about to see a glowing yellow room with a chair and a bit of paper. Through a peep hole, we learned, everything is more interesting.

Mostly though, I liked the story that comes with this red cardboard house. It is simple and an indecisively laboriously journey. I like most that the inside colour is a mystery, but only because of the story.

In other news, there was also a minimal and inconsequential picture of a nice bird and some lightbulbs.