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DEATH DRONES DRONING
byEmbark on a sensory meditation with a powerful sonic composition by Simon Tyszko, ‘Death Drones Droning’. This compelling piece is meticulously crafted from multiple…
Embark on a sensory meditation with a powerful sonic composition by Simon Tyszko, ‘Death Drones Droning’. This compelling piece is meticulously crafted from multiple…
Live Mellifera presents a collaborative performance by multimedia visual artist Claire Zakiewicz (London/New York) and some of London’s most exciting improvisational musicians: Rachel Musson…
Navigating the booths at Frieze London is like whole universes to explore. For those unable to attend, I am curating a selection of my…
by Jana AstanovFeatured art work Sarah Nsikak, She Offered You a Garden, 2023 SPRING/BREAK, this year, has the feel of a utopian community get-together…
Claire Zakiewicz performing painting, 2023, London (photographer Chris Freeman) From August 30 – September 3, 2023 Zakiewicz will stage a compelling re-imagining of the story…
Cancer is the season of steamy surrender, the first licks of High Summer in the Northern Hemisphere. The season of hopping fences, stealing kisses and staying out too late. Of salty, sweaty nights, and days that blur together in the sun.
Lust is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars and they were shackled by it.
“If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared, all the violent tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck, myrrh poured on your head and on soft skin and hard thighs, girls with all that they most wished for beside them and touching them and in them while no voices chanted choruses without their own, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song’
Where the hand goes, the eyes follow.
Where the eyes go, the mind/heart follows.
Where the mind/heart (awareness) is, expression is created.
Once expression is created, emotion (essence) arises.