The subconscious is what this show is all about and obviously it is hard to curate. Yet as Ali Smith writes in the New Statesman: ‘It’s when the exhibition lets Woolf go, doesn’t fuss with quotes or inferences, that Woolf most appears in it and the curation comes together, especially via one or two brilliant choices… there’s the witty liberation in Birgit Jurgenssen’s spelling-out with her body and her spirit what a woman is and isn’t in Housewives’ Kitchen Apron (1975).’