This is Cruz’s first major solo exhibition with us, and it’s a mystical (and sometimes dark) delight. These subtle and dream-like works capture the luminosity of nocturnal landscapes, where glimmers of form seep through muted celestial backdrops – perhaps even the effusive edges of personal memories, as the title of this show suggests.

As writer Amy Stewart suggests, ‘Behind the doors of his studio he decodes fear, disquiet, awkwardness and vulnerability, disassembles them all into their composite emotional parts, and restates them as lyrical visual concertos with a hint of swagger that surprise, vex and soothe.’