
The Breathing Field of Marlon Kroll
I sat in the last row of the bus, watching the scenery dissolve into dusk, each passing moment echoing the temporal experience I’d just…
Read MoreI sat in the last row of the bus, watching the scenery dissolve into dusk, each passing moment echoing the temporal experience I’d just…
Read MoreAmong the works installed by Manuel Axel Strain in Unit 17’s florist turned gallery space were: A stolen white-picket fence hemmed in by a…
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