Wade: painting as water you never fully cross

There's a stream in the rainforest South of Sydney that Clare Thackway has carried with her since childhood: beautiful, isolated, faintly treacherous. It has become the inner landscape of Wade, her new show at Tabula Rasa Gallery, where women and girls wade into dark water without knowing what lies beneath their feet, exactly what the title suggests: feeling your way forward, blind. Behind the images stands Jung: the alchemical solutio, the dissolving of identity before a new one can emerge. But Thackway doesn't illustrate the theory, she inhabits it: her bodies hover in the moment between what has been left behind and what has yet to take shape, charged with the same suspended unease as Picnic at Hanging Rock. The most startling section, though, is Hysteria Drawings: nearly a hundred watercolours reproducing the codified poses of "female hysteria" drawn in the nineteenth century by neurologist Paul Richer for Charcot - and, on the back of each sheet, the same pose re-enacted today by a psychologist friend. Two centuries of clinical gaze on the female body, turned inside out into a gesture of empathy.