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Both eerie and peaceful, the final room is shrouded in a velvety green amongst which his final paintings whisper rumours of Magritte's transformation. At this point, one cannot help but think back to the self-portrait that greeted them, now at odds with the viscerality of The happy donor and Man and the forest.
As soon as you enter the space, you find that the dialectic of light and darkness is already at play. Then begins the piano, and notes that echo cavernously, consuming the space. In a haunting, projecting boom, Alice Smith begins vocalizing the words, “once again…”
“I reckon if I picked flowers the star power sucked from the ground like a naughty talisman — maybe the PH of the soil is altered by the amount of celebritydom decomposing, would my hydrangeas blush prudent pink?”
“The plastic woven red-white-blue bag (红白蓝袋子) has become symbolic of resilience and hardship due to its utilitarian durability and working-class associations in Southern China, Hong Kong, and in countries like Ghana and Nigeria.”
“Yet when the pixel becomes distinct, and elementary, it distorts the image, breaking it down to its most rudimentary composition of shapes and colors.”
An exploration of the idea of ‘business as usual’ whilst global sea levels rise.
Using design as a storytelling medium, the boundless range of feminine beauty becomes an infinite wellspring of inspiration.
Investigating alternative recycling processes outside of the mainstream infrastructure.
A practice of subconscious composition, aiming to create pieces without planning or sketch work.
“Pondicherry possessed a preserved Eurocentric sense of relaxation that one can only imagine; harkens back to its colonial roots when the town served as a haven for French settlers seeking respite.”
“I will take her to my favourite cafe and order alternative milks.”
Backstage at Deathwatch, I felt a rearticulation beginning in the vocabularies of everyone there.
To be in and represent a female body in the early twenty-first century is to explore the beautiful and discarded, and tell one's story through new forms.
Achieving strong liminality is like landing a coin on its edge: a difficult feat but the effect is impossible to substitute.
Childhood imagination – strangled dead from this codified, mundane and despairing task of appropriating (dressing) ourselves – was revived.
It’s like realising you’ve left your umbrella behind somewhere, but worse.
I wonder whether she’s praying, or meditating, and whether she’s prone to impatience, but the 01:01 train arrives before I work it out. It takes four minutes to depart; four minutes to expose the translucent creature perched in her place.