Tag: Root Mapping
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Dream of the River
“I have a story to tell you and it has two characters, the river, and the salmon.” New writing, maps and sketches by California-based poet and painter Obi Kaufmann.
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Going to Ground
Root systems as a metaphor for friends, family and routines: new lockdown garden paintings and drawings by artist Emma Cousin.
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Mapping Legacies of British Slave-Ownership
Discussing the power of maps with Rachel Lang, chief administrator and researcher at The Centre for the Study of the Legacies of British Slave-ownership, University College of London.
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Placemaps
Daegan Miller, author of This Radical Land, on moving house, making maps, and finding home – from Massachusetts to Wisconsin to New York and back again.
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Absence of Evidence
A new photographic collaboration between art duo Henry/Bragg and former street sex workers in Hull honouring 14 of their fellow workers who have died.
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Soundmarks
Rose Ferraby and Rob St. John discuss their audio-visual art project animating the sub-surface world of the landscapes beneath Aldborough, North Yorkshire.
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Hinge
My Body is a Forest; Self-Addressed; Elsewhere – three poems from Hinge, Alycia Pirmohamed’s new poetry pamphlet, published by Ignition Press.
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All The Places
Three poems by South African poet and clinical psychologist Musawenkosi Khanyile, from his recent collection, All The Places, published by uHlanga Press.
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The Hockey Stick Poster Child
The Swiss Federal Institute for Forest, Snow, and Landscape Research — Wald, Schnee und Landschaft (WSL) in German — sits on top of a hill in Birmensdorf, just outside Zurich. Tree-ring research first became part of WSL’s research mission in 1971, when Fritz Schweingruber started his work there. Fritz is a botanist, an archeologist, and…
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Drawing Water
Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on…
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Earth Turned Honey
Moksha The desert has no memory. Sun beats on its chest, collarbone glistens: I wait for rain, an angry sea filling the sky to break, blow, burn, make a new world order. Agave pierces clouds while amethyst mountains rest in heavy sleep. I have asked permission to make this desolate ground my home. Beneath…