The rest of her work consisted of photo collages (here's one, though the one I liked even more, of those pavement panels of squares of glass which presumably let light into cellars, isn't available to show here)
I had to laugh (and then look round guiltily) when I went in to this particular exhibition. The introductory panel began 'Julia Atkinson takes photographs of surfaces and patterns that the less observant would pass by' ... given the number of times you come across groups of arty types drooling over someone's photos of rust or rotting wood or railings, I'd say it was almost one defintion of artistic.
The third (free, in the entry gallery) exhibition was of oil paintings by Charlotte Sorapure. The panel said something along the lines of the pictures looking familiar themes but then the viewer would see something to throw them off balance. Maybe. There were a few with a sense of menace, but fairly obvious menace. Maybe the more subtle efforts passed me by. Some I rather liked (Into the Night, below, and the unseen brass instrument player - I'm not prepared to commit on what sort of brass instrument - from 'Ballyhoo', below that), but mostly they weren't my sort of thing.