The selfie - that awkward bedfellow of our Shelfie - memorialises us beyond the immediacy it presupposes. The momentary becomes infinitely scrollable, both lost to the Baroque of the internet and forever confined to its potent rolodex.

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Last year eleven BA Painting students got prick 'n' poke WCA tatoos: The permanency of their art school experience embodied as legacy-lexicon on their thighs and upper backs. Bodies coerced into a joint gathering of named experience rather than the individual, can't-be-helped scars or scuffs we all carry without will or game plan. This is storage.

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The work we make memorialises us - sometimes coming after - always fashioning a collection of stuff to house and wrap and show or destroy. This exhibition conjoins storage and biography, noting what we make and how we make it, alongside archiving us together: Fourteen academics and artists (I mean, artists and academics) shelved briefly in the same section.

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Zoë Mendelson