Executed on white Plexiglas and inset into a tiger maple frame, Andrew Sendor’s pensive, pulchritudinous paintings, tell of the artist’s own labyrinthine novella; an imagined narrative involving a troupe of players out of which he selects certain vignettes to describe in paint. Even before his first brushstroke, there is a laborious preparation he makes, hiring actors to play his characters; filming and photographing them in costumes he has designed. Only once his character is fully realised will Sendor begin to finesse a surface of such vivid realism with monochromaticity and stark, white borders that edge any hope of ultimate plasticity.