Subterranea: What lies beneath is the subterranean. It’s the dark, the buried, the out of sight. In their individual ways each of the members of subterranea is engaged with the buried, the stuff that lies beneath, be it literally or metaphorically.
Rachel Darbourne taps into our childish affections and the recesses and transgressions that may linger there. The familiar cuddly toys, the transitional objects are distorted and transmuted into uncanny, titillating tactile furries that tickle at the boundaries of innocence and other – the stuff that lies just below consciousness.