Our life, like the universe, is largely made up of dark matter punctuated by the occasional bright spot. As we stare into the unnatural canvas of brake lights and computer screens, sat in our prescribed clothing trying to remain within prescribed behaviours, is it any wonder how close our demons lurk beneath this veneer? Something as simple as the organised vibration of air particles is enough to lure the beasts from all of us, unleashed and unburdened, a second state of you, fist in the air. Screaming “It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime, what better place than here, what better time than now? All hell can't stop us now”.Read More
I tend towards social media sound bites when compiling a review at the actual venue. I email myself two and three-word descriptions unless my thought process absolutely warrants more. So it was with some amusement on Saturday morning when I read the opening gambit from last nights flurry of emails.
Old school sweeps. Esoteric winged horse imagery.Read More