The exhibition is visible before you enter the building - a swathe of copper hair hangs from the balcony window before entering the ground floor above the doorway.
A cold air blew up the creaky wooden candlelit stairs that descend to the basement gallery, helping to set the scene for this memorable show of video and installation.
Influenced by her unusual and somewhat traumatic childhood, Anderson has created something haunting and unique. It's part rapunzel tale with a dash of 'Psychoville' maternal horror rounded off with an Eraserhead-esque soundtrack. Weird goodness.