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 …