Air Show by Leanne LindsayLines Drawn in Thin Air
The sky is a vast, indifferent blue. It asks for nothing. We, however, are restless. We feel the need to mark it, to carve paths through the emptiness as if to prove we have passed through. We leave trails of white, temporary scars that fade…
Reckless Youth by Karthick SaravananThe Unmapped Shore
We often mistake the edges of a city for its boundaries, viewing the coastline as a place where the urban fabric simply unravels into the sea. Yet, the shore is perhaps the most vital social document we possess. It is a space of transition…
Snow-drops by Leanne LindsayThe Persistence of White
There is a specific, sharp clarity to the light that follows a frost. It is not the diffuse, milky glow of a heavy snowfall, but a brittle, crystalline brightness that seems to scrub the air clean of all hesitation. In the north, we learn to…