Anne Brunswic Gaza Strip map. 2024 Manuela Morgaine ALL TEARS ARE SALTY Dead sea salt & cornstarch sculpture, Paris, Atelier Lardeur, April 2024. DEAD SEA (HEBREW : יָם הַמֶּלַח, Yām HaMélaḥ, « SALT SEA » ARAB: ٱلْبَحْرُ ٱلْمَيِّت AL-BAHR AL MAYYIT OR : بَحْر لُوط Bahr-Lût « SEA OF LOT “) IS A SALT LAKE IN THE MIDDLE EAST SHARED BETWEEN ISRAËL, JORDAN AND PALESTINE. Katja Stuke Stairs Odesa […]
Kasia Ozga « They’ll say we’re disturbing the peace, but there is no peace. What really bothers them is that we are disturbing the war. » – Howard Zinn, 1971 I’ve been watching the ongoing protests over Gaza at college campuses around the United States and the harsh treatment facing certain students who participate. Universities have forced […]
Valeria Troubina Natacha Nisic
Katja Stuke Kyung-hwa Choi-ahoi Emma Woffenden After visiting my friends exhibition at the Thames-side Gallery, I cycled passed London’s flood defence and had a drink in The Hope and Anchor.
Valeria Troubina Anne Brunswic Kasia Ozga Manuela Morgaine Neringa Naujokaite Sudha Padmaja Francis Am I still allowed to doodle?
Manuela Morgaine Black sail white sail or the misunderstanding of wars, Video 1’32, The Port of Essaouira, Morocco, March 2024. During a war, Tristan, mortally wounded, calls the blonde Yseult to his aid because she alone is capable of healing him. He sets up a code with his men and asks that a white sail […]
Katja Stuke Emma Woffenden Kyung-hwa Choi-ahoi Valeria Troubina Winter Hitchhiking, oil on canvas with ultraviolet pigments, 48 x 36cm, 2021
Manuela Morgaine Emma Woffenden Valeria Troubina Kasia Ozga Found texture, Knight Brown Nature Preserve, Rockingham County, NC.
Valeria Troubina Manuela Morgaine Thinking of Safety boxes in banks, this image reappeared in my mind. All those virtual lovers, all those swipings, matchings and datings contained in this gigantic data base. Isn’t this the very representation of the end of love? Mechanization and the boxing of thousands of dehumanized solitudes? Ruth Maclennan An ecosystem […]
Anne Brunswic Hier, je m’apprêtais à poster un billet sur un sujet désolant de banalité : les vœux de nouvel an. Ces incantations m’ont toujours paru vides de sens. Elles me paraissent aujourd’hui indécentes quand je songe à celles et ceux à qui 2024 n’apportera aucun soulagement à l’enfer de 2023. A quoi riment des […]