Sometimes the air would have a sticky, saccharine scent and they would know that they had arrived too late
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Failing to extricate a recalcitrant image [After Durer’s Apocalypse: The Vision of the Seven Candlesticks], 2020, Pencil on paper, artist’s frame
Regret is bitter on the tongue/Time is held between teeth and gum. 2020, Inkjet print
The feeling of a sharp fissure cleaving space. This time they had arrived too early.
Indelible Apparition, 2020, Weather Damaged Lenticular Print bought at a market next to the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, Coloured perspex, inkjet print, artist’s frame
A .series { of: found; } vessels. [Instruments] Receptacles{ or homing devices: how; } .they facilitate a { return it: 3px; is uncertain; } <Or not obvious>
*They call out across cavernous space for those they have lost
An optic trajectory- to scour the terrain of an image [After Anton Chekov’s The Black Monk], 2020, Archival Inkjet Print, Artist’s Frame
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