Featured photograph is by Conny Harris, with Elizabeth Perey. The first thing I saw was a scarf. Or rather, a photograph of one, delicate, exquisitely patterned, with a graceful drape that could only have been silk. It was lifting in a breeze, the corners held proudly and tenderly by a woman. Weirdly, she seemed... Continue Reading →
Faridah Cameron speaks eloquently about her work and the myriad influences behind it. Her motivations are complex and profound.
Koroluk-Stephenson’s work is a confrontation between the realistic and the artificial. Her landscapes appear familiar, and yet there is a sense of a deeper meaning that vanishes as we try to grasp it. This is the experience of dreams.
In rituals, "relationships are suspended, and everyday life is turned upside-down. They become a temporary world apart." Professor Adrian Franklin, The Making of MONA.
(For the history of The Handweavers, Spinners and Dyers Guild see here.) That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. from A Shropshire Lad, 1896 by A. E. Houseman It is a glittering autumn day. The streets of Battery Point are bathed... Continue Reading →
Dark MOFO has us looking upwards, into the spaces between the stars and inwards, to our darkest thoughts.