Jonathan Hood's paintings draw on the iconography of leisure and luxury. Golf, horse racing, poolside leisure, palm-lined resorts, vintage sports cars, rendered in flat saturated color and a tightly restricted recurring palette. The surface is built from acrylic mixed with sand and oil pastel, lending the color a granular and sedimentary texture beneath its brightness.

There's a deliberate detachment to the figures, an unwillingness to react. The paintings function less as narrative and more as deadpan documents of a lifestyle and of the strange calm that can sit just beneath it. Hood doesn't direct how to read any of it. Is it glamour, satire or as something flatter and stranger than either. The paintings hold still and let the viewer decide.