skywritings

When I last saw G, my neighbour in Western Australia, he was in his early eighties. A delightful, sensitive man who had once been an enginee...

‘Say weather take this adult from its box’ (Robertson 2001:14) In those art practices that most engage me, there is always weather. An env...

eleven songs for the hydrogen jukebox ‘everything, even the explosions in the distances might stay as long as they were to no purp...

For Jane     These texts are a response to travelling to Chicago for the 2003 Goat Island summer school at the School ...