Darkly comic and suffused with a wry wit, they seem to speak to us in equal measure about the futility – and the bemusing wonder – of the mundane, the banal, the quotidian. Under Lazar’s gaze, relationships become exercises in self-deception; employment equals a bathetic act of self-harm; daily tasks are transformed into Sisyphusian struggles. However, this bleakness is tempered with much-needed humour, which crouches among the clean lines, restrained palette, and minimalist geometry that makes Lazar’s work so immediately recognizable.

Tom Willson