Ben Woodeson

Twelve-Fisted Boxing Caterpillar

On my way back from the gallery I took a train and experienced the usual flicker of annoyance when the conductor began speaking to us as if we were in…

Arkhipelagos

There is a sense of relief, upon leaving this exhibition, of being palpably bound up with pavement, sky and, a few short paces away, the murky heave and rush of…

The Dogs of El Chalten

The village of El Chalten is a service settlement. Located in the Parque Nacional los Glaciares in Patagonia, southern Argentina, the village is a four-hour walk to a network of…

The Junior Doctor

In the middle of a cabbage farm, an hour’s drive from the Andean town of Otavalo, Ecuador, is a small radio station on the ground floor of a farmhouse. Radio…

Leap Towards Yourself

This February sees the publication a new book that spans the entire career of Israeli photographer Sharon Ya’ari. Coinciding with a major exhibition of his work at the Tel Aviv…

Symbiosis State

There’s something intrinsically interesting about symbiosis – not only in and of itself, but also as a model for new ways of thinking about relationships between, for example, art and…

To Solve Such An Equation

Seven Counter-clockwise Turns Around Ruin Lust   Have you ever known a place which seemed to have no beginning and no end? Paul Nash, Monster Field     1. The…

WOR(L)D(K) IN PROGRESS?

When I first walked in, I didn’t get it. The walls of the first gallery are covered in neon orange paper. Obviously this was done for effect, but what effect,…