Beneath the seeming directness and simplicity of John Isaacs’ work there is a pervasive current of unease and anxiety that identifies our modern way of life and its thinking as somehow warped, disjunctive and off-balance. Like the Surrealism of David Lynch’s films, much of Isaacs’ work seems to suggest that if you scratch at the surface of conventional reality, a world of ugly and difficult truth lies just below the thin plastic exterior of our pre-packed modern sanitised world. Playing with the extremities and taboos of the modern-day norm, Isaacs’ art reveals a number of uncomfortable truths that, he believes, we are all, to some extent, conscious of.