Dirt

Dirt Drawn Into Dust

Dirt Drawn Into Dust

Phil Sawdon Phil Sawdon, First Draft, 2016, Text, paper and dust. Image courtesy of the artist. Phil Sawdon, First Draft, 2016, Detail, text, paper and dust. Image courtesy of the artist. The Fictional Museum of Drawing … subterranean in a poor stiff soil. The background is waste, dry earth, firm land, disturbed in part by constant archaeology. The windows are open … a reverberation of reclamation and theoretic parlay. A single light bulb …several...

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A Vein Root

Gili Haimovich No grass will cradle you, no green allure you, an angry pumping vein of a muted tree. Unable to stand the underground, you attempt to stand up, rise yourself above it, squashed out between the pavement and the wire fence. What a relief, at least it's not a peek-a-boo wooden fence. How offensive would that be, a fence made of your own species, overlooking the freedom of children running in the park....

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Harvest

Gili Haimovich My father grew Wrinkles. Reach high as the hay. If someone dares to harvest them It might be possible to build a home there. Closer to the right, The right eyebrow, feels almost like the right location for it. Right as my father was almost right in the way he raised me. He made me believe I can be knowledgeable in sadness. Well enough. Well enough to let myself bury his attempts...

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Island Farm: Ambling Through Time

Island Farm: Ambling Through Time

Tim Cooke I was fourteen when I first visited the war camp at Island Farm, which is strange because my parents’ house is less than half a mile from the site. As far back as I can recall, my friends and I would roam freely through the polymorphic landscapes surrounding the huts, but we were firmly warned to keep away from the zone itself, overgrown and overlooked. Stranger still is the fact that none...

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