The clock stopped at the time of birth; marking a transition between worlds as the first breath is drawn.
The anguished screams of birth, become the rhythmic sigh matching the cadence of a weary world
Read MoreThe clock stopped at the time of birth; marking a transition between worlds as the first breath is drawn.
The anguished screams of birth, become the rhythmic sigh matching the cadence of a weary world
Read More‘Decompressed Time Frames’ (the exhibition formerly known as ‘Compressed Time Frames’) opens with the extension of a work begun as part of the 2017 Leeds Light Night, in which Bradley mobilised his audience, attached by an unsafe rock climbers rope, and traversed the city from art venue to art venue.
Read MoreThere is something rather disheartening about opening up my computer each day to a raft of reminders and notifications telling me that I should be installing, opening, taking down yet another exhibition that has not happened.
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