Artist’s Statement “Here again, not well, likely a turnspit, jiggered … whose trajectory scours my sleep? What worriment forths mildewed landsend?” A captain, out on the high seas, on …
Colony Collapse (Ian Gibbins)
Artist’s Statement “I am still watching ghosts, eyes rimed with salt, homesick… this was never our natural state, our true inheritance… we should not be here…” While walking around the …
Leakage (Ian Gibbins)
Artist’s Statement ‘Under the hammer, blessed with character, a driveway absolved of tree fall, another pearly-eyed crow, a year’s worth of indecision on the compost heap…’ The text includes samples …
The Inexplicable Hardness of Things (Ian Gibbins)
Our location indeterminate: disused Mechanics’ Institute, unlocked shipping container, crushed metal path beside the bus lane or upgraded City Bypass. “It doesn’t matter […static…] you decide.” Fairy floss hair in …