Rebecca Baumann’s golden screen invites viewers to observe how its shape is elegantly altered by the slight breeze emanating from a domestic fan: it is sensual and alluring and at the same time a site of transition and emotional flux. It’s like a surprise party without guests, and while the combination of materials is a nod to the hyped-up, the work slides easily into the realm of the deadpan. Just as the winking golden light enraptures us, it also prompts acknowledgement of how fleeting moments of happiness truly are. Dislocated from its usual festive context, Baumann’s tinsel curtain alludes to the poignancy that always settles over a party at its end.