Balancing consciousness and coincidence, Gustafsson's moments of magical realism speak of a permanence, a perpetual present, where the continually unfinished image can always be, at a later stage, altered, manipulated - and rewritten.
In A House of Clay, even the finality of the printed page is punctured; images flip and rotate across the page, sequences accumulate and stack up heady with visual (disassociation, only to dissolve and fold, the print submerged again in the chemicals, the house of clay reshaped again.
Lewis Chaplin, Loose Joints.