Poetryi. Evening falls, and rooms grow dark, then light. Through the open window, a cricket starts up its whirring. Steam rises from the kettle. The tea grows stronger – no words today: a tightness around the throat. A weight like a thrown stone. Sprigged flowers. What...

Poetryresin, oils, human hair, camphor solution (potassium nitrate, ammonium chloride, water, ethanol, camphor), fishing wireIn this display the artisthas wrapped life-cast figures in a hand-made net of fishing wire - Figurespainted with a one-hair brush and trueeven to the...