The Stonewall Inn
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gracie abrams
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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trying on a metaphor
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Keni
Show & Tell
Cosmic Funnies
will byers stan first human second
Claire Keane
The Bowery Presents
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some drawings
sculptural experiments- in studio
amplexus- sculptural work in studio. velvet, plaster, grout, acrylic paint.
bad at drawing
optic - soft sculpture work in studio
the feminine text piece installed in studio
Text reads:
The feminine is central to your work, and entirely inescapable. You need to face that.
The feminine is terrifying and symptomatic, and it hangs over my bed at night breathing heavy over my face.
The feminine is inside you.
The feminine is a toad clinging to my back, fucking me.
The feminine is a vast and unctuous pool.
The feminine is rotting.
I reach out and brush my fingers over the pulsating edge of the feminine.
I am entangled in the feminine like a crab in a net; plastic threads get caught under the plates of my exoskeleton.
The feminine eats you, and you eat it. In circular motions, you cannibalise each other.
The feminine is not the visible but the eyes with which you see.
Unrecognisable, it is present.
From the soil, it binds itself into flesh.
Eclipsing.
Undulator.
Open.
In the push, interwoven strands are stretched, to their non-existent limit.
Inside, there is little.
Flat interior.
Deep surface.
A hand transposed from the wrist to somewhere other.
Like tar, it has coagulated at the base of your lungs.
Cloying.
The feminine is preceding me; a parcel of air, swelling outwards from the skin.
A stench?
Its epicentre lays somewhere in the arid desert.
Or the abyssal plain.
A liquid thicker than water, that lays beneath it.
A lake within a sea.
But stretched like drum-skin it is tense above.
And through.
Phasing.
Permeating.
My work Twist is currently up in the British Museums prints and drawings room, alongside the Rubens from their collection that I studied. Its up till 14th jan
the scorpion and the beetle
really a self portrait....studio install
do you like....fruit?
another sketch and colour
scanning and colouring my drawings....
compositional experiments
munch - five days later
munch, detail shots