Cutout animation in limbo: crafted meticulously and in great detail, but at the same time as if dabbed from the unconscious. In Csanád Baksa-Soós’s work, butterflies land on ladies’ shoes and fly away with them, a river of headlines flows through a city, a violet, swirling solar eclipse makes glowing knives shoot out of the earth to the sky, stone lips disgorge a ball of light. The images do not follow a fixed order – each of them opens a new world, takes a deep breath, moves on. Leitmotifs appear and disappear. What’s left are enchanting colours and textures which extend even to the soundtrack: The scratching of a maltreated cello, nocturnal saxophone sounds from the barely soundproofed neighbouring flat, eery clarinet etudes in an echoing rehearsal room nestle congenially against the images.