[…] Three drops of blood plopped out of his left nostril, hardened instantly in the brittle air and lay before his eyes on the prayer-mat, transformed into rubies. Lurching back until he knelt with his head once more upright, he found that the tears which had sprung to his eyes had solidified, too; and at that moment, as he brushed diamonds contemptuously from his lashes, he resolved never again to kiss earth for any god or man. […]
Salman Rushdie, “Midnight’s Children,” 1981
offseen publications:
Alan Bee: Invisible Relations
The exhibition brings together works spanning the artist’s career, from his beginnings to the latest cycles, and explores matter, nature, memory and collective consciousness. Wax and honey become instruments of knowledge and transformation, while the honeycomb offers a model for
Godly Tiller
Godly Tiller “When there’s nowhere to go, we go back to basics“ The sociopolitical tension of recent years and decades has created space for the phenomenon of loss of rationality and a retreat toward esoteric and mythological narratives. In an
