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Geology and alchemy, forging connections between discarded images, fetishising and fictionalising landscapes, proliferating a tangled narrative and the colonisation of images and objects.
The sleekness of mirrors, fluorescent light and perspex.
Crochet actions, knitting stitches and instructions on their techniques.
Blank red ‘idiot’ faces, a recurring simple house motif and concrete poetry are all explorations of everyday places, people, words and objects.
To allow the time and space for Brenda to focus on her art and produce an exhibition of her work, the two women came to a nonstandard arrangement where Miranda assumed many of Brenda’s usual domestic tasks.
All package and no product.
Energy and spontaneity.
But Satan’s boy I could never be…
Leo Coyte’s witty tribe are much like emojis…
“Space isn’t remote at all. It’s only an hour’s drive away if your car could go straight upwards.”