The label on the exhibition explains it well:
We weren't allowed to take photos with a flash, but I think I still managed to capture the essence of some of these works.
The write up in the SmogTown Sun summed it up nicely, I thought:
"This exhibition, masterfully and ironically housed in a domestic basement stairwell, reminds us of the common ground shared between parent and child. As the child blossoms outwards to create his first marks on paper, so too the parents blossom, and in rusty fits and starts, learn again to be children themselves."
Viewings are by invitation only.