"THE BALLAD OF MISTAH BONES"
There were clear stretches of pavement over a hundred yards long, and many of the further streets were completely drained. Dying fish and marine plants expired in the centre of the roadways, and huge banks of black sludge were silted up into the gutters and over the sidewalks,
JG Ballard, The Drowned World.
A provisional research ecology: material absorbed in its own thoughts. A gathering place for things being made, read, sensed and thought. Images, texts, bodies, spaces and matter(s) move through correspondence, forming tentative rooms of inquiry. Research circulates between depth and surfacing, archive and anarchive, allowing propositions to return, migrate and become otherwise.
Friday, 14 December 2012
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