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London's October Gallery pairs two photographic artists who constructed their imaginative scenes by hand—not afterwards on a screen. Walk into most creative agencies tasked with producing a "surreal" or "dreamlike" campaign image, and you'll find someone muttering about compositing in post. Clouds get painted in, wires get cloned out, seams vanish. Because the whole point of illusion is that you're not supposed to see how it was done. Benji Reid and Zana Masombuka, however, take the opposite approach. At October Gallery this September, the two photographic artists share not just a building, but a stubborn insistence that the craft should be visible. Benji's men float on clouds made of stuffed cotton wool, held aloft on wooden rigs you can see if you look for two seconds longer than intended. Zana's subjects wear their symbolism in beadwork, dye and costume that's been built, sewn and worn. Neither artist is hiding the join. Both make a strong argument for why creatives shouldn't either. Benji calls his practice "choreo-photolism": a blend of 'choreography' and 'photography'. It's a term he invented, because nothing else quite covered it. To be clear, he's not a photographer who occasionally stages performance; he builds performances that exist purely to be photographed. He then captures them, often as elaborate self-portraits, in poses that defy what you might expect a body to do. In The Proposition, he perches on a stool bolted to a bare wooden crate, dangling a toy pigeon on a lead like some airborne pet. In Going Home, he crouches on a cloud of visible cotton wool, wielding a sparkler and a canoe paddle, feet pointed like a diver mid-flight. Importantly, there's no attempt to convince you this is real. The props are clearly props. Benji isn't selling the illusion of levitation, but the feeling of it: the sense of a man briefly unburdened, held up by will, not physics. For anyone briefing a shoot, that's a useful distinction. Benji's images prove you can build something entirely implausible and still have it land emotionally, so long as the internal logic of the world holds. The cotton wool cloud doesn't need to fool anyone. It needs to mean something, which is a different job entirely. Zana works from a different starting point, but arrives at a similar conclusion. Her heritage is Ndebele, an ethnic group found in Zimbabwe and South Africa, and her photographs use colour, beading and staged ritual not as decorative flourish but as the actual subject matter. In Nges'rhodlweni: Is'memo 3, a figure crouches on a car roof in full ceremonial regalia, face obscured by a green megaphone and an elaborate headpiece. The construction of the latter—every bead and object chosen and fixed by hand—is the point of the picture. It's not a means to some other visual end, but an end in itself. Her earlier series Ubonani: What Do You See? sets red-clad figures against the ochre rock formations of KwaNdebele, using natural pigment and hard sunlight rather than a colour grade to do the work. From my perspective, the very fact that the red comes from the land, not a filter, is meaningful. For a generation raised on infinite undo and one-click LUTs, there's something bracing about a photographer who lets the environment itself supply the drama. Treating the making as inseparable from the meaning is not the only thing that unites these artists. Their work also has an interesting relationship with time. Zana's Time: Gadesi S'khathi series uses lemons as a recurring motif for the passage of generational knowledge, a domestic, slow-decay symbol for something as abstract as inheritance. Her newest work, Akhulumile Amabhudango: Scenes from Dreams, layers photography with sculptural beadwork to imagine conversations with her late grandfather, folding sculpture, portraiture and memory into a single object. Benji's clock, meanwhile, runs faster and looks outward. After a decade away from live performance, he returned in 2023 with Find Your Eyes, a show that let audiences watch him construct his photographs in real time rather than see only the finished frame. It's since travelled to the Venice Biennale and Sadler's Wells, effectively turning his private studio process into the performance itself. While Zana mines the past to make an image, Benji exposes the present-tense act of making one. Both refuse to let the final photo stand alone as a sealed, mysterious object. They want you to see the labour. All of this, to my mind, speaks to something important in a world that's being taken over by AI. Audiences are getting good at spotting when something's been smoothed over, and are tired of not being able to tell what's real. Benji and Zana suggest an alternative that doesn't require abandoning artifice; only being honest about it. Show the cotton wool. Photograph the bead. Let the sun do the colour grading when you can. Zana Masombuka / Spotlight: Benji Reid runs from 3 September to 3 October at October Gallery, 24 Old Gloucester Street, London WC1N 3AL.