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The World’s a Stage
In which Dan Fox interviews a dead novelist about truth, fiction and representation in the films and photographs of Irish artist Gerard Byrne
A country road, a tree. Evening.
Dan Fox (1976– ), sitting on a low mound, is trying to take his boot off. He pulls at it with both hands, panting.
He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again.
As before.
Enter B.S. Johnson, novelist (1933–1973).
Dan Fox: I could talk about Walter Benjamin. I notice some critics have brought up Bertolt Brecht, or the history of photojournalism but why step in other writers’ footprints? Something tells me it would be easier for me to articulate my thoughts about Gerard Byrne’s work with the help of a literary conceit, some clever... |
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Reference Material
Helen Mirra’s works in sound, fabric, film, photography, text and sculpture are rich with allusions and overlaps across a range of subjects
by Peter Eleey
Ascension is a tiny island in the South Atlantic, seemingly bereft of inhabitants. Like Diego Garcia, a small piece of the Chagos Archipelago in the Indian Ocean, it sits at a gigantic crossroads of electronic communications. Although neither the British nor the American government has confirmed these atolls’ respective espionage functions, the utterly remote isles are assumed to be surveillance nodes, perfectly poised to capture a range of signal intelligence passing invisibly over them.
Although perhaps a strange comparison, there is a similarly secretive... |
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