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 EXHIBITION AUTUMN         2020            


DATE     19.10.20 - 09.11.20



  ARCHIVES




CURATOR      MARYAM ARSHAD







































FUNERAL MEAL








GREENLAND









SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST








finally my sadness and i sit face-to-face
her nervous hands rest in her lap
i am looking everywhere but her
she delivers ‘…’ *silence*
and i receive my heart drop in fallen dreams
breathing last shots of oxygen before turning into air
evaporating like carcinogens and ending civilisations.
my sadness and i sit face-to-face
but i’m scared of destroying the human kind,
i get up & sprint away.
THE TIME I SAVED A RACE
























THE OTHER SIDE                                      INDONESIA 2019-2020








“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly.” Richard Bach

This acquamarine world,
anchored loosely to a branch of space,
a sapphire earring cool and still,
a pupa.

Beneath a fragile carapace
furies are at work,
caspases in a chrysalis:
our caterpillar life is dissolving
into glue.

But rebel cells emerge,
suppressed by ease and prosperity.
Genetic code for a new systemic order,
a global butterfly.

Visionaries multiplying fast,
build legs and eyes and wings.
As particles collide and self-destruct,
fresh energy is born.

When a new and iridescent world takes form,
energised by all that went before,
we’ll find there’s been no waste:
it has consumed the past as fuel,
and flown.
EARTH RISE






THE OTHER SIDE                                      INDONESIA 2019-2020








~~on seeing our reflection on the Ocean~~

~~you cannot see your reflection on the Ocean~~the wind and waves cause an endlessly changing surface~~like a million tiny mirror fragments constantly moving ~~never truly reflecting the World~~a face~~an echo of us~~

~~we consumers consume and assume~~the Ocean wants a share of our throwaway~~ castaway lives~~out of our virtuous hands~~pour disposable cups and aluminium cans  ~~we are gods from above~~ we love to bestow our superfluous lifestyle props~~ like a drop in the Ocean~~ then another~~and another~~and repeat~~

~~we watch from our luxury cruise liner as~~ Whale and Turtle and Seal~~ are robed in the current fashion fads~~wearing capes styled from 5p supermarket bags ~~accessorised by a four pack plastic ring~~which can be worn as a necklace or a belt ~~and our hearts melt ~~as the Ocean tide retreats~~to reveal Dolphin~~resplendent in the finest ghost net hide~~

~~we overfish and overfish and overfish~~so we can have a little fishy on a little dishy for our tea**~~sighing as we hear the seabirds cry~~for we fear for our ice cream and our fish and our chips~~don’t be scared~~haven’t you heard~~we are safe as they wear our cast off PPE~~

~~we have become modern day narcissists~~a trait of humankind~~ we let the threads of other habitats and lives unravel~~ as we travel through the Ocean and the World~~

~~we see our lives reflected on the Ocean~~cigarettes and bottle lids cause an  endlessly changing surface~~like a million tiny plastic fragments constantly moving ~~reflecting the World~~a face~~an echo of us~~

**~~free inside~~microplastics now included~~**
ON SEEING THE REFLECTION ON THE OCEAN






















THE OTHER SIDE                                      INDONESIA 2019-2020
















I give away comfort to get it back
I have nothing to do with explosions
The visions coalsce and become uncontrollable flesh
In a state of actual pleasure
Needless to say, I am already very anxious
My teeth have begun to fall out
It seems the desire for revenge is always present
Cells which split and glitch
A real and alien kind of saying
I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth
Mosquitoes definitely exist
I am beginning these notes without waiting for your answer

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Perhaps new forms of being require new forms of relationship
I took a three-foot chunk of two-inch diameter pipe…
It was impartial
A series of stylised positions
Derived from an approximately normal person.
Life screams at death
The row of small white beds, the technical realm of hygiene
Smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities
Tall insane skyscrapers
Flamboyant birds and animals and temporary blooming flower spans
Flaps of fresh sow’s peritoneum ready cut to the proper size

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Translation, in this case, seems fairly straightforward
Seed case, chrysalis, uterus, endless manufacturing
Wrapped stacks of Styrofoam cups in the grocery
EXCERPTS FROM σπαραγµός: CENTOS FOR THE APOCALYPSE











Water scarcity is stuff of legend in Kamalapur, a sleepy little village in northern India. By now, even outsiders know that the arrival of water from the village tap, even if only a few drops, is a historic event. This moment occurs once in ten days or so, eliciting the kind of euphoria that would put war victories to shame. For those fleeting few minutes, all conflict is forgotten, all differences set aside. The excitement never lasts very long though – there usually is just enough for each family to fill a few pots each, before the supply dries up. But during those few minutes, when the tap gurgles with water, the village suddenly puts on a festive character that is conspicuously absent otherwise.
EXCERPTS FROM A DILUTED DESTINY










NOTE          ENVIRONMENTAL DEGRADATION, OVERCONSUMPTION, WASTE AND HUMAN CONNECTIONS TO ENVIRONMENTS THROUGH A LYRICAL,      VISUAL AND PROFOUND LENS

CONTRIBUTORS JACY ZHANG, LUCY HULTON,      KRISTA GURCKA, ZARNAB TUFAIL,          LESLEY COOKE, SARAH WHEATLEY,      MOLLY ELLEN PEARSON,             MEGHA NAYAR 

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