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Joseph Desler Costa – Say Yes

In her essay ‘Should Artists Shop or Stop Shopping’, writer Sheila Heti describes one of her shopping lists: “a spiralizer, running shoes, vitamins, books, a pregnancy test, white t-shirts, light bulbs, an iPhone case, a milk frother, batteries.” I like this description and Heti’s plain view of desire because it reminds me that it is […]

Ruth van Beek – The Oldest Thing

I’ve always liked Ruth van Beek’s work. It’s tempting to say it’s collage — and in some thin and pragmatic way it is — but I’m also iffy about the term. Doing so throws her work too close to the handful of artists who inevitably spring up as soon as the word “collage” is mentioned: […]

Phil Jung – Windscreen

Phil Jung’s Windscreen presents twenty-six photographs of windscreens. Or rather, twenty-six photographs of cars (both interiors and exteriors), mostly taken either through windscreens or with a windscreen in view. The cars are bygone and tired; paint faded, held together by tape and polystyrene.  According to Jung, Windscreen is about a social landscape; about “class mobility” […]

Max Ferguson – Whistling for Owls

Looking at a photograph of something that has passed is a peculiar thing. In doing so, we are able to bring whatever it is into the present, abruptly and with such clarity that the past seems no longer over there but here and now. It is as if, through an image alone, we can delay […]

Notes on Federico Clavarino’s Ghost Stories

1. Ghost Stories is a meditation on the interconnectedness of everything. An ode to the inevitability of (unspoken) relationships, to the impossibility of simply being without stepping on the toes of other histories. 2. Clavarino’s photographs stretch like an accordion, backwards into the past and then forwards into the present. 3. Ghost Stories orbits four […]

Marie Quéau – Odds and Ends

‘When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past.’  Wisława Szymborska wrote this stanza in her poem The Three Oddest Words. When I read it, I feel a kind of vertigo, as it makes lucid that past, present and future are perpetual neighbours. But because we have come to define each […]