portfolios — FLOAT

Apr 9

Apr 9 Caitlin Loi

All That There Is | Caitlin Loi is a British-Chinese visual artist based in London. Predominantly working with analogue photography, Loi’s work often focuses on themes which are drawn from her everyday surroundings and personal experiences. Whilst simultaneously embracing commonly overlooked moments translated through her imagery, her work embodies a sense of stillness and fragility. Loi’s photographic observations result in working between analogue and printmaking techniques where she additionally finds interest in alternative photographic processes. Her interests also surround image curation, the gallery space, and art direction.

I’ve also attached a project statement below from looking at the other Portfolio projects, in case that would be better suited:

‘All That There Is’ developed from reflections.

Reflections over the past few years and recognising my own thoughts and feelings with my growth journey. It is a visual diary of how I have felt based on my surroundings and an outlet for me to express the ambiguous nature of the in-between. ‘All That There Is’ comes from a place of anxiety and fear of the future but also as a reminder to myself that what’s in front of me is, all that there is, and I don’t have to constantly overthink life and all of its many obstacles but can at least try my best, that being all we can do.

Kurnia Ngayuga Wibowo

Mar 26

Mar 26 Kurnia Ngayuga Wibowo

Something Lost Into The Water | I live in a family environment that adheres to certain traditions, but my belief in those traditions is only partially embraced by me, causing differences in perspectives in various aspects.

In a phase when my parents were concerned about my future, I was asked to bathe with holy water to eliminate the perceived negativity residing within me. I could only comply with their request while internally suppressing rebellion to release rationality in believing in an abstract hope.

Through this work, I attempt to reflect on what I experienced and felt during that time, exploring my questions about the actions and traditions my parents believe in, why water plays a crucial role in the spiritual aspect of the society where I live, and how it shaped my personality until now. yugaknow.wixsite.com/photo

Vika Bykovskaya

Feb 29

Feb 29 Vika Bykovskaya

Elizabeth Calderone

Jan 11

Jan 11 Elizabeth Calderone

The concept of home is very complex to me. After living through years of emotional abuse by my mother I moved into the home of my estranged father. His house has never felt like home to me and with the new diagnosis of depression and anxiety I got very lonely. So in an attempt to save myself from myself, I began a new way of thinking - home can be my own body. To me, home is the idea of feeling safe, loved, and supported. So why couldn’t I be that for myself?

After years of hearing my mother call me horrible names and then gaslight me this new way of thinking was no easy task. I wanted to die, but I also wanted some sort of comfort home provides.

None of it was easy as I first began to further destroy myself. I walked too close to the edge, I made bad decisions. I let the wrong people touch me because I needed to feel wanted. I made mistakes and looked to the camera for answers. As I began to want to heal from the trauma I started to find the solace i was looking for. I had to build a relationship with my father and relearn what a loving bond should be. I had to learn how to like myself. I had to chip away at the immense sadness.

This project mixes photographs and old journal entries from the times i was struggling the most. The photos show my environment and the people who have helped me grow. This series is about perseverance. It is about finding love within yourself even when you can’t think of one nice thing to say. It is about not giving up even when things get too difficult. I can now see the strength within myself and this body of a home stands tall.

Leila Babakulova

Nov 22

Nov 22 Leila Babakulova

Wild Strawberries | The tart smell of strawberries warmed in the sun. The air is so warm that it is hard to breathe. Tram's grinding on rails. The rustling of leaves. Blinded by gold through the squinting when the bus is flooded with the light of the evening sun. What do we see in front of our eyes at critical moments in our lives? What do we remember?

Based on stories, literature and cinema, it is not our success, our achievements, the many things that have been accomplished that are in front of our eyes. No, it will be a picnic by the lake, the laughter of a child, happiness when you swing so hight on the swings that you can see the crowns of trees and the sky. At critical moments, when you are very shaken, most often you just try to “live”. Going onto the new impressions, trying to see as much as possible, trying out a lot of things. And you do it so fast, as you are trying to catch up a fast train. And quite successful, because you are getting a quite impressive list of "awards" and "achievements".

But what a disappointment it is when, at that very moment, you realize that all you have in your memory are just lines of protocol where nothing but dry data - date, time, location, and action. No color, no taste, no smell. You have a lot of thoughtful beautiful pictures that you have been documenting, but they do not give you the right feeling. That is when you get really scared. It turns out that you spent precious time not to live. You just blew past. By stopping, giving yourself permission not to run by achievements, I started to fix the details of my life on my mobile phone, fragments of small, imperceptible miracles, moments of sadness and joy. I allowed myself not to bring the process to the perfection, not to try to do everything according to the rules and canons, not to try to do it beautifully and “as it should be”. I just listened to the sounds, felt on the skin, saw, smelled, breathed. Having enjoyed every moment, I made a memory card. These pieces make up a picture that I like much more than all my achievements and winnings. www.instagram.com/leliababakulova

Nov 21

Nov 21 Emil Gataullin

Mezen: By Sky’s Edge | “Here is a door behind which the hidden is revealed, enter and you will see not what one wants to see but what is” — writing on a big wooden cross, Kuloy village, Arkhangelsk region, Russia.This series speaks about the fate of Russian northern villages following the fall of the Soviet Union. The passing, the disappearance and fading of a rural way of life, and the challenges faced by locals in their efforts to adapt to a harsh modern reality.

The Mezen River in the north of Russia is 966 kilometers long and passes through the Komi Republic and the Arkhangelsk region, before finally flowing into the White Sea. It freezes in October and thaws in April. Villages and settlements are strung out along its banks like memories of days long gone. Time in the Mezen villages seems to have stood still, with its backdrop of centuries-old wooden cabins, ruined churches, and archaic crosses; people talk more about former times than about the here and now; the past seems more real than the present.

With the collapse of the USSR in the early 1990's state support for agriculture was reduced almost tenfold, and the villages gradually started to die. Many people lost their jobs, and many of them moved away from the settlements. Those who remain behind take care of themselves, just as their ancestors did for centuries before them: they bake, they hunt, and they fish. They feel abandoned, and live in a state of timelessness, somewhere caught between a past lost forever and an uncertain future. Far from the big cities and cultural life, the present shimmers like an inaccessible star — somewhere out there, on television or in the pages of a magazine.

I first learned about the region at the end of the nineties. I was studying at the Surikov Moscow Institute of Art at the time and discovered the Russian painter Viktor Popkov and his renowned “The Widows of Mezen” series. It reveals boats by steep banks, large log cabins, and old women in red clothing. These paintings awoke my interest in life in the Russian provinces, at the edges of society. This comer of the world called to me for many years, but it always seemed too far away and inaccessible. However, in the summer of 2017, I finally found myself there — and the Mezen has had a hold on me ever since. That marked the beginning of a long-term project through which I returned to the Mezen several times, visited more than 50 villages where I lived with the locals, immersed in their everyday. www.emilgataullin.com

Nov 13

Nov 13 Tony Wang

Unfinished Epilogue | My photographic works lie on the intersection between collecting cropped compositions from daily moments and staged experiences with collaborators. Through gathering images for three years, I recognized that my photography approach is distilled from the way I process my experiences.

Unfinished Epilogue explores the experiential quality of the photographic medium. For me, recollection is related to the process of creating. By montaging cropped compositions of mundane daily occurrences and staged narratives that make up how I see the world, I aim to connect the fragments from my memories to form a web of new information. Unfinished Epilogue aims to provide these visual interludes for viewers to look, recollect, and discover the intricacies of the interconnectedness of their lived experiences through a personal lens. www.tonywang.space

Nov 9

Nov 9 Ciro Falciano

✻.·.·✧.·.·✦⌇.·.·✧︎︎.·.·✦⑊ | Rhizome is a philosophical concept that describes a nonlinear network of heterogeneous elements that connects any point to any other point.
The concept represents a metaphor, embodying a specific subterranean modification of the herbaceous plant's stem. Its most interesting feature is that it can autonomously develop new plants even in unfavorable conditions.
The rhizome metaphor was adopted by the philosopher Gilles Deleuze and by the psychoanalyst Félix Guattari in their work "A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia" (Mille plateaux, 1980).
Since the rhizome is an acentric system, non-hierarchical and free of a fixed order, it contrasts the central, hierarchy-style tree model, where every meaning is arranged accordingly - in a linear way.
Therefore, the goal of this long-term photographic project series, entitled "✻.·.·✧.·.·✦⌇.·.·✧︎︎.·.·✦⑊" is to collect an indefinite number of photographs conceived and irrationally generated by emotional impulses. They'll then be placed in a rhizomatic order to find connections, original paths, new interpretations, and hidden meanings. www.cirofalciano.com

Liz Albert and Shane VanOosterhout

Sep 19

Sep 19 Liz Albert and Shane VanOosterhout

Instant Classic | In our project, Instant Classic, we have been sleuthing and acquiring anonymous Polaroids circa 1960-2000. Discarded photo albums, shoeboxes packed with forgotten snapshots; images lost beneath decades of clutter. Years ago, our subjects showed up for a Christmas party, a romantic encounter, 10th grade geometry. Responding to cues from what we perceive in these Polaroids, we add poignant and humorous phrases from our personal journals and recent conversations – inner thoughts we imagine the individuals and their observers may be thinking and feeling.

Friends from childhood, we grew up a block apart from each other – simultaneously following and deciphering the codes of preppy suburbia. Irony and sarcasm were our preferred secret language – this is how we buffered our tender, emerging identities against what we perceived as the winds of deadly conformity. Looking in the rear view mirror in our 50s, we aim to give an empathic and humorous voice to our subjects.

For Gen X kids, the Polaroid SX-70 was a magical device, producing an on-the-spot tangible photo which recorded a heartbeat of time. With the push of a red button and a synchronous buzz, the moment became evidence. In today’s digital universe, we remain transfixed by the Polaroid camera’s clever design and the vibrant memory-object it leaves behind. www.lizalbert.com

Aug 18

Aug 18 Denise Lobont

Flower Sellers | This project documents one of the oldest historical spots in Bucharest, essential to the Romanian cultural heritage and history alike: the Coșbuc Flower-Market. The main focus of this series is the figure of the male flower seller whose machistic traits and expression are shown in sharp contrast with the sensitive, delicate craft of floristry. Even though showing off a blustering bravado, becoming friends with them I discovered that under this manly harness their emotions were resonating with the bouquets sold. Highlighting the complexity of human nature and the redundancy of gender norms, the documentary is to be read as a visual exploration of toxic masculinity and a tribute to male mental health, which encourages soft emotions associated with feminine behaviour not to be repressed by men. deniselobont.com

Polina Titarenko

Jul 17

Jul 17 Polina Titarenko

Polina Titarenko (1999, Tver) based in Saint-Petersburg, Russia. She started her education at Academy of Art and Documentary Photography «Fotografika» In 2021. Her photographs contemplate vulnerability of the present. Topics she tends to gravitate towards are power possession and religious control.

Anastasia Shubina

Jun 7

Jun 7 Anastasia Shubina

Deportation | In 1943 the Soviet leadership forced the Karachays to leave their lands in the North Caucasus and move to Central Asia. Officially, they were deported for collaborating with German occupiers and opposing the Soviet regime but these charges were later dropped. During the night the Soviets cordoned off villages and ordered people to leave their homes under the threat of execution. They were only allowed to bring enough food to last them a few days. Thus, the Karachays spent several weeks on the road, suffering from hunger and disease in overcrowded cattle cars. In Central Asia the people were separated and resettled around several regions of the Kazakh and Kirghiz SSRs. The living conditions were extremely difficult. They lived in dugouts and relied entirely on their belongings brought from the Caucasus. In the first few years of exile the population decreased by a quarter. Only 13 years later, in 1956, the Karachays were rehabilitated and allowed to return to their homeland.

Khurzuk, Uchkulan and Kart-Dzhurt auls used to be the cultural and economic center of Karachay, but after the deportation they fell into desolation. Now, only three thousand people live there, many of whom are elderly survivors of the deportation or were born in Central Asia. Despite having spent much of their lifetimes in deportation, they retain their culture and language. Centuries old log houses are still standing in the auls, despite the fact that during deportation they were burned, dismantled for firewood, and turned into barns and outbuildings. Many of the houses are now dilapidated, but people kept living in them until recently. The Karachays’ houses were also plundered, but they managed to preserve their antiquities by bringing them along into exile and then bringing them back to the Caucasus.

The Russian government recognized the deportation of the Karachays as genocide in 1991. While the deportation affected all families and is painful to remember, the Karachays are convinced that their story is unjustly forgotten and strive to tell it. https://glish.org/

Jun 6

Jun 6 Donna Bassin

Environmental Melancholia | In this time of climate crisis when intervention is urgent and still possible, I have created a series of ‘memorial’ landscapes to injured and dying environments using visual metaphors to celebrate our natural world, call attention to the precariousness of our global ecosystem, and provide an opportunity to contemplate unthinkable experiences of environmental devastation.

As the natural world suffers increased destruction, our physical survival is threatened, annihilation anxiety rises, and we retreat into denial and inactivity. We must raise our emotional connection to the climate crisis to move from the position of passive bystanders stuck in environmental melancholia to engaged witnesses.

Inspired by and reacting to the idealized, seductive beauty of Hudson River School landscape painters, the photomontages are, at first glance, pictorial and idyllic. I hope viewers will be drawn in by the splendor of the landscape and the ease of relating to a familiar subject. A closer look challenges the sublime. I intend to puncture complacency around the “ongoingness” of our environment. I want observers to look beyond their expectations and ask, “Wait, what is happening here?”

I alter the colors and scale with editing tools and materially affix a photograph of a flourishing nature scene on rice paper onto a base print of a depleted environment. I link the two photographs through a color relationship or composition – for example, a mountain’s curve to a line in a stream – and secure them with photo corners. These postcards from the past reference souvenirs gathered in a scrapbook for remembrance: our natural world reduced to a nostalgic relic.

Our planet is in a precarious place, disintegrating as we lose glaciers, animals, trees, and fertile land. I attempt to stop things from vanishing, fix the harm, restore the losses, and put the land back together. I tear natural resources from one photograph and hastily connect them to another depleted environment with Japanese washi tape, creating a visceral experience of damage and repair. www.donnabassin.com

May 23

May 23 Wen-Hang Lin

And I Wander | And I Wander is an ongoing project depicting the reciprocal relationship between personal identity and place, two concepts that interact along an experiential spectrum from blissful belonging to painful alienation. As an immigrant in America for three decades, my continuing quest to feel at home here has been the impetus for this series. It’s a journey that leads me to explore the idea of “America” – its national patchwork of historical, social, and cultural norms – and understand how that relates to me and vice versa.

To produce the project, I cut carnival mirrors to resemble my silhouette and placed the nebulous humanoid within the varied landscapes. This chameleonic being dreamy echoes its surroundings. Yet, depending on each image’s relation to the camera and immediate environment, the chameleonic presence is never fully incorporated, which waxes and wanes in visibility. Balancing the ‘yang’ of these landscapes’ tranquil stillness is the potent melancholy ‘yin’ of this solitary figure: conveying my unreconciled yearning for a sense of belonging in America. WensPhoto.com

May 16

May 16 Hannah Latham

Bring Me A Dream | Bring Me A Dream is a collaborative semi-documentary series investigating inter-generational memories in a family carrying the Alzheimer’s gene. When the eldest generation moves on, where do those histories go? What does it mean for a familial line to experience a disease that steals their memory and isolates them from everything and everyone they once knew?

Through lens-based media, I look ahead to the frightening future we must face while simultaneously glancing backward at what once was for multiple generations. People, objects, music, and locations reference childhood memories that are forever out of reach. Using the family archive, I attempt to name these histories from my mind and Grandma’s fading one. This inter-generational mapping unearths additional investigations on whiteness, class, and the meaning of heritage in a family with deep New England roots. Primarily using a digital camera and the vertical frame, I capture this period in our lives as a keepsake for my family and a call to action for others experiencing the same tragedy. Images from this series document the caretaker's essential role, the routine's burden, and the lasting effects on loved ones. With more questions than answers, I wonder what the future holds and if this disease will live with us for generations.

“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.” (Mr. Sandman by the Chordettes, referencing the title of the series) www.hannah-latham.com

May 11

May 11 Stacy Mehrfar

The Moon Belongs to Everyone | The Moon Belongs to Everyone speaks to the experience of immigration and diaspora, to the physical and emotional implications of reimagining home, belonging, and community while mourning what is lost in that process. A first-generation Iranian-American, Mehrfar grew up on Long Island, navigating the challenges of reconciling two distinct cultures. Shortly after her thirtieth birthday, she emigrated to Australia, a relocation that left her feeling out of place. She assumed her return to New York a decade later would be a homecoming; instead, she felt estranged, time away rendering the landscape unfamiliar. Though Mehrfar’s personal experience informs her approach in The Moon Belongs to Everyone, the work adopts a universal perspective rooted in the evocative rather than the specific.

Landscapes, still lifes, color fields, and portraits coalesce to form an unsettling, enigmatic environment. Attempts to anchor place and meaning are repeatedly eluded, speaking to the uncertainty at the heart of dislocation. From snow-covered to lushly tropical, landscapes present “place” as anywhere and nowhere. Familiar, everyday still lifes take on metaphorical significance as memories and associations imbue their meaning. Alluring, vibrant color fields demand continued looking though the vague forms captured avoid identification. Individuals isolated in similarly indeterminate backgrounds suggest a shared searching, a community defined by experience rather than borders. References to the moon and sun—and the distinctive quality of light produced by these celestial sources—weave through the project, offering unexpected moments of grounding and familiarity in the otherworldly rather than the terrestrial.

This dynamic, non-traditional installation of The Moon Belongs to Everyone echoes the atmosphere of disorientation and instability conjured in the work. Connections between pictures develop, recede, and emerge anew, eliciting personal narratives based on both the viewer’s perspective and experience of the installation’s distinctive rhythms. In this way, the shared pursuit of home, inclusion, and community—especially in light of uprooting—is intimately connected to the individual, creating a space where the personal and universal simultaneously coexist.

A monograph of The Moon Belongs to Everyone was published by GOST Books in 2021. The project also includes an immersive eight-channel video installation. – Allie Haeusslein

Corey J. Isenor

Apr 11

Apr 11 Corey J. Isenor

The Yukon - Full Spectrum Infrared | In June of 2022, I was fortunate to have the opportunity to return to the Yukon territory of Canada, and this time, I brought along my Full Spectrum Infrared Fujifilm X-T2. Showcasing the natural world in a whole new light, using this technology was an experiment in exploring the familiar through science & imagination.

The camera is a regular Fujifilm X-T2 mirrorless camera, with the Infrared & UV blocking filters removed. As a result, the sensor is now capable of capturing light within the ‘full-spectrum’ of wavelengths. The resulting visual image is a hybrid of ‘visible’ and infrared light being captured by the sensor.

As for the colours themselves, the invisible infrared light of CIR (camera infrared technology) can be ‘seen’ by shifting the ‘visible’ spectrum over. Near infrared wavelengths become visible as red, while red wavelengths appear as green, green as blue, and so forth. Because living vegetation particularly reflects infrared light intensely, most visibly ‘green’ vegetation registers as red. Non-living things like rocks, sky, buildings, water reflect significantly less infrared light, as well as other wavelengths of light (UV), and thus appear normal or slightly different in ‘visible’ appearance. www.coreyjisenor.com

Georgs Avetisjans

Apr 3

Apr 3 Georgs Avetisjans

Motherland. Far Beyond the Polar Circle | This is the story of a town, which was built upon the bones of Soviet prisoners, a city in which many deported Latvians once lived. My mum was born in Igarka in 1952, which is in Siberia, in Russia, 163 km north of the Arctic Circle. On June 14, 1941 my grandma was deported to Siberia. She lived there until the summer of 1956 and hasn‘t spoken about it ever since. There was just a sense of wisdom and misunderstanding about the past, much like the landscapes that hold this dark and silent history and testimonies frozen in time.

Grandma’s first husband was the First Commander of the Guard Squadron of the independent Latvia. He was considered an enemy of the USSR and taken to Sevurallag, the Soviet gulag camp in Sverdlovsk region where he died from cold, starvation and humiliation in the winter of January 31, 1942. He was separated from my grandma as most of the men from their families and wives with a promising hope to meet again. After many years of surviving alone in Siberia, my grandma met my grandpa in Igarka. He was from Smolensk in Russia and expelled on July 29, 1950 from Johvi, Estonia.

During the next deportations in 1948-1951, thousands more civilians were forcefully moved to Igarka from their homeland and newly occupied territories of the USSR. Many of them died from the cold and poor conditions in the winter of 1948-1949.

I went to Igarka during the winter of 2019-2020 when the average temperature was -40C, to pay tribute to those who survive, survived or sadly didn’t, and to those who still live there and were forced to start living there 70 or more years ago in these weather conditions.

In the last decades, the seemingly infinite landscapes of the Yenisei River and Siberian taiga have led Igarka and Northern Siberia in Russia to be seen as a place of romance. But the vast expanse holds many memories of the millions whose lives were affected by Stalin’s Gulag labour system. Today, of course, the community in Igarka has its own hopes and dreams for the future. Residents hope for the revival of the railway, they hope that one day they will become the oil capital of Siberia with many new jobs in oil, mineral and natural gas fields, they hope for the revival of the agriculture and timber industry, expansion of the airport and free fishing without the regulatory burdens of today.

I used a Soviet-made medium format camera - the Salut - with Mir lenses which could become just as unreliable as the whole Soviet system and therefore added additional conceptual significance to the project.

This is a chapter of the trilogy in which each part deals separately with the notions and meanings of Homeland, Fatherland and Motherland from a deeply personal and autobiographical perspective.

Georgs Avetisjans and Milda Books just launched the Kickstarter campaign “Motherland. Far Beyond the Polar Circle” - a journey far beyond the polar circle that brings to light memories of Soviet deportees and contemporary stories through a photobook www.farbeyondthepolarcircle.com

Devin Fitchwell

Mar 29

Mar 29 Devin Fitchwell

Broken Bridges | Broken Bridges began as a documentary project using a variety of materials. I used my own images of my Nana’s home and abandoned Westinghouse Nuclear Research sites around Pittsburgh, audio recordings of my interviews with my nana, found imagery, and documents to create a dialogue between myself and my Nana about my Uncle Jimmy dying of cancer. Jimmy worked for Westinghouse's Nuclear Energy division headquartered down the street from his home in Pittsburgh. During his time there, he was a proud laborer that worked on cleaning out the flooded reactors at Three Mile Island (TMI), as well as a flooded reactor in Belgium. In 2017 while on his deathbed, Jimmy attempted to join a lawsuit against Westinghouse in hopes of using his portion of the settlement to pay for his cancer treatment. Jimmy provided work IDs, and work itineraries, and even recalled a time when his hazmat suit was ripped open by an employee who was having a panic attack while they were in a flooded reactor chamber. Jimmy was denied settlement as the legal team in charge of distributing settlement could not prove the workers assigned to TMI and other reactors were exposed to material that could cause such health problems as the ones he was experiencing.

“During the Job at Doel Nuclear Plant, A Laborer had a violent panic attack which required me to physically remove him from the bottom of Reactor Vessel. Upon completion of removal, I noticed my plastic face mask had a huge crack/break in it. The Health/Physics Man told me “not to worry about it”
-taken directly from Jimmy Fitchwells legal claim paperwork.

One of the major functions of Art is to speak truth to Power. There needs to be a conversation concerning the casualties of innovation driven by capitalism and the consequences that are dumped on to the working population. In cases like my uncle, they are kept from the truth entirely. The only way I was given access to this story was by interviewing my Nana and going through documents my uncle Jimmy happened to keep to remember his time working for Westinghouse. In fact, there is little to no documentation of Westinghouse's involvement with TMI available on the internet–everything I've learned is from documents that Jimmy happened to save and interviews with my nana and former employees of Westinghouse in the Pittsburgh area. The reason I've spent years pursuing this creative work is that it is the only option I have to express what little was left by Westinghouse. In circumstances where the corporation is able to determine “truth”, such as the Westinghouse settlement, the outcome is that the prior truth of the people swept up in these systems is erased. There are no accessible records of what material Jimmy handled, and thus the “truth” is that he did not handle any material that could have caused his specific cancer. Jimmy’s truth may be lost forever, and it is because of this loss that my work here must be creative and speculative in nature. In a way, I’m attempting to create mythology as a counterpoint to the fact received via the official story. Such lost battles are common and becoming more so. The relevance of these conversations and the power of the myths crafted therein, increase in tandem with both the authority of the corporation(s) and the severity of their negligence. My hope is that by presenting this work to as many people as possible they will feel the pain my Nana felt, and will be encouraged to look around them and understand that this story is not rare and that it is being retold all around them every day. It is not a conspiracy. It is in the nature of corporations to create these disasters as we allow them to function in this country. www.devinfitchwell.com

Mar 14

Mar 14 Nika Sandler

The Romance of the Fungus World | In "The Romance of the Fungus World", researchers Rolfe write that in literature, folklore and science, fungus are often associated with pestilence, death and decay, and their physicality appears creepy and repulsive. In this series, I move away from the mycophobic images of fungoid entities in terms of conventional ideas and show their ability to be creative and hospitable. I depict fungus as being like unearthly creatures, as in myths and theories about their cosmic origin. https://sites.google.com/view/nikasandler/