Following the surreal tradition, ESC eschews from capturing the present into its current pandemic-injected harshness and turns instead to dreamier devices of recording reality. A series of unidentifiable figures superimposed on a tranquil background of baby blues and clouds, ESC unravels our collective anger and frustration by literally crumpling paper and escaping into distant ephemeral realms; still, each figure floats isolated into its own private space, clinging to nothing but for the uncertainty of the future.