“It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.” Tim Winton, Breath This land that surrounds us, this land that gives impregnable meaning to our terminal character and its capacity to acknowledge our decline never fails to remind us of our place on this spinning orb, […]
“Maybe just to plant a stake in the ground, I’d also say that topics are not necessary. Which doesn’t at all mean that one can’t have one; just that one needn’t”. This conversation took place over a year of emailing and should be read as informal. The intention was to talk about Tim’s […]
“The photograph, its two-dimensional plane and its insistence to be read almost always at a fraction of scale conflate the notion of environment and atmosphere”.
“Instead, we are given room to ponder the possibility of the magnificent rurality that exists in wide acreage across America unfettered by the charms of free-range, gluten free, soulless vegan cafes and their elite black metal-listening clientele who wander through their doors to write tracts on their apple laptops about metaphysical post-Internet garbage for their PHD colluding with the empire of property developers and poverty to Make Harlem Great Again- Incel, Duracell, creatine cookies and a very nasty reputation for not saying hello”