Category: Blog Post
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THE NAKED SELFIE
”Like every mass art form, photography is not practiced by most people as an art. It is mainly a social rite, a defence against anxiety, and a tool of power.” (Susan Sontag, On Photography) I,…
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FÜNF AUF DER NACH OBEN OFFENEN RICHTERSKALA
I was fifteen. Marooned in a battleship-grey bedroom, hating life, looking for a light at the end of the tunnel. Investing in this album took a leap of faith. I had never heard a note…
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THE GULLS
(A Poem) They are the real reptiles, Circling and stalking me, through the buildings. They bide their time, Observing my behaviour, Like doctors clad in white. When will they take me away And use me…
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DIGITAL/MATERIAL
Andy Warhol, Mona Lisa, 1963, silkscreen print on canvas New media contains an irresistible ephemeral tactility. A small image, confined behind glass that I can tap and stroke with my index finger. If displayed on…
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THING
Why do I make physical products? What is this desire to mark surfaces, to describe, to litter the world with my debris? It’s not a desire to leave behind a legacy. I can’t imagine anything…
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KIM
She wears shiny black sports shorts and a shiny black blouse done up to the neck with a bow. Dark sheer tights. I can’t see what she’s wearing on her feet. That magic moment when…