In a building, where the focus has now shifted from the stuff on the walls, floors and corridors . It has become more about the physical act of doing, a collective process . Changing that space into somewhere for the imagination to take over .
Cardboard boxes
Suspended work
Swapping disciplines
Cast screens
Map folds
Altar piece
Wire netting
Drawn , rubbed out , painted over
Found , recycled , discarded
Canvas boat coverings
Six sent postcards , primed with lures and clues
Matchboxes stripped of lucifer’s, instead
Charged with bay leaves and staples
” Why did she not leave with the others ?”
Panning for gold , the moon smears graphite shadows
Etchings echo scars, necklaces walls
The tune couched most carefully and curious
In a portrait of an accelerated world