More grist for the mill of ephemerality, this four-room immersive installation just behind Liverpool Street station is meant as a warm bath for the senses, a pool into which the harried urbanite may wade for sensory comfort, but in fact seems designed mainly for photo possibilities for an Instagram or Snapchat account, the spaces too cramped and too cursory to achieve much resonance or dimension. I felt bad for doodler extraordinaire Rob Lowe, aka Supermundane, as the cumulative, possibly overwhelming geometrical effect of his black-and-white squiggles and patterns adorning every available surface of the initial room is thwarted by having the central entrance to the exhibition open straight into it (and, rather inconsiderately, placing a reception desk in one of its corners!). Organisers would have better served the work by constructing a vestibule through which you pass first, allowing for the room to achieve autonomy-as is, the public intrusion is a discredit. Through a side door, you enter the second room, an infinite volley of magnolia blossom trees and soft undulating lights greeting you (courtesy of mirrored reflections), a barely perceptible soundtrack of nature sounds underscoring the experience-a tranquil spot, but you’re not held for long. On my visit, the third room (across a hall), a motion activated space in which an individual’s gestures create motifs of colour and light on an accompanying screen, along with chosen musical soundtrack, was closed due to technological failure. A group of teenaged girls commandeered the fourth room, titled the Zen Studio, an assemblage of relaxation-provoking materials and furnishings such as soft carpeting, plush blankets, pastel hues, subdued hexagonal tiles, lavender scents and gentle sounds, and a dominant, focal bean-bag bed on which the girls vibrantly and vocally lounged, perhaps in defiance of the principles of restfulness on which the room was founded. Supermundane has provided the vivid and energetic outdoor mural (it spills out thrillingly around the plaza) which greets the visitor prior to proper entry. If you angle a frame correctly, the image will no doubt look stylish and impressive, leading friends and followers to fits of envy, but the authentic experience itself , the physical interaction, is pale and frustratingly superficial-but then again, it’s manufactured only as transitory whimsy. Sense of Space continues through 18 May; the on-site Art Bar offers drinks (craft beers, wine and pop) and vegan victuals.