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Laura Thorne, Murmuration of Starlings

Murmuration of Starlings

A huge mass of black sweeps across the sky; surging, swirling and constantly changing form. This is a murmuration of starlings, an extraordinary natural phenomenon seen in the autumn and…

I, The Thing in the Margins

It’s the sound that provides the first clue of something amiss. The loud, low growl of audio feedback fills a room already awash with bright green glare. Sitting upright in…

Sophy Rickett, The Death of a Beautiful Subject

The Death of a Beautiful Subject

The Death of a Beautiful Subject is a multidisciplinary project by artist Sophy Rickett, which takes as its starting point a series of butterfly photographs taken by the artist’s father….

Mark Storor, The Barometer of My Heart

The Barometer of My Heart

On 20th February 2002, at the École des hautes études en sciences sociales (EHESS), in Paris, philosopher Jacques Derrida asked an audience of students the following question: “The phallus, I…

Finite and Alive

It’s rare for me to write about artists whose work I have never seen face to face. It’s hard to respond through a screen to something created to be viewed…

The Decomposition of Cetaceans

Working as a whale-watching guide offers many perks. I get to see live whales regularly, photograph them, and share the joy of encountering these giants. Over the last two years…

Hvalreki

Hvalreki is an installation piece, which explores and interrogates human relationships with whales through their residual bones. The work began through a personal interest in the history that links us…

A Fixed Vocabulary

Is there a word for arriving home after a hot day and finding the place changed, as if everything has been picked up for inspection and put back down in…

Binbag, Pavement Tree, Chainlink Fence

Dandelions poking through a chainlink fence; brambles sprouting from an unknown corner; a binbag gashed open, spewing out its contents; scattered leaves; a dead fly. Mimei Thompson paints the everyday…

Clearing and Cleaning

Through time, and with use, objects become imbued with memories. To tidy them away is to erase the past. Over the past few months, artist John Carroll has been making…

Connswater

Connswater

  Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the…