A balmy summer day, upstairs in an old Victorian meeting hall. High vaulted ceiling, creaky redwood floorboards, tall arched windows, walls covered in decades of peeling paint and torn wallpaper. This is what was Temperance Hall in South Melbourne. Politely and tentatively occupying the space: a bounty of small-scale, diminutive works; many on paper, some acrylics or oils on canvas, all exploring collage aesthetics. One had to move close to these works to engage with them: no immersive phantasmagoria or gargantuan grandstanding here.