Veronica Herber’s pulsing networks of washi tape are beginning to get known now. We admire the way she varies tape edges cut and ripped, the gaps between and sometimes even overlapping. There is joy in repetition, in pattern, but there are different colours of washi and graphite traces now within compositions. In the end however, the grid has never looked so good. Herber’s fondness for its irregularity, its human qualities we might say, reminds us what fertile ground for visual pleasure the grid can still provide.