‘If you’re gonna drink to me, drink with your eyes and I’ll never cry for wine. Or leave a kiss on an empty coffee cup then pass it from your lips to mine.’ – Johnny Cash, Drink To Me
Work by Oliafur Eliasson
In pardon the dust on February 8, 2010 at 00:46
The underly articulated aftermath of separate togetherness.
Work by Euan Macdonald
In people pleasure objects power on February 5, 2010 at 00:23
Infatuated, drawing joy from the elementary, sensual mirage existing on a surface made of impatient breaths, frictions and instigations of commingled voices.
‘Pilgrimage from scattered points’, work by Luke Fowler
