Stefan Smit's solo exhibition, Curb, often shows the imposing character of the urban environment looming in the background, at times ominous, but often simply vast and impersonal, it is somehow culpable for the tares in the fabric of a once connected human community and at other times, offering us a sense of comfort through familiarity. The daylight ghosts of passers-by leave only whispered traces in a society where sidewalk etiquette excuses us from human interaction. We are small, self-absorbed universes, messily compacted into individual bodies - branded packages yearning for connection as we slip silently by in the no-man's land of the city-scape.