As its title suggests, a wonderful sense of daftness characterises the work on display in this exhibition, curated by the artists who run the nearby Westminster Waste space. There’s a cartoony painting by Ted Gahl of a striped-top-wearing artist painting a picture of a flower. There’s a slick abstract piece by Charlotte Develter hanging gracelessly over a doorway off the gallery. There are paint marks on the walls, raggedy bits of masking tape hanging here and there, and a couple of paperback books lying on the floor.
It all looks deceptively half-arsed: you might even think you wandered into a show still being installed. But this curatorial approach pays off, as it helps bring a collective mood to the work. Full of cheek, warmth and life, this is an exhibition that seems keen to remind us that art shouldn’t be taken seriously. Well, not too seriously.