SONG DONG WASTE NOT
Photograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images
Song Dong's 'Waste Not' exhibition at the Curve gallery at the Barbican is an interesting representation of a culture that loves to save and never throw away. After the sudden death of his father his mother found solace in preserving every single possession she owned from generations back. Little did she realise that she was living in a hoarder's paradise. Until her son, the artist, decided to remove the objects out of their original context and place them as a collection of items that exist now as a sort of sculptural installation at the Barbican's Curve gallery. As you carefully tread between the perfectly laid out items, you breath in what can only be vintage dust particles, you ogle at the masses of unusable items and feel comforted by the fact that you are surrounded by empty toothpaste tubes, cast iron radiators, and plastic washing bowls that made one women's world bearable after the death of her husband.
AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.
When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.
As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.
-Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems 1956-1968
HOW ALBA SAW 2011
I can't help but post more photographs by Alba Yruela. I can't help but see them as 6 x 4 moments of inspiration and beauty.
FRANZ KAFKA
' "Can you not see two steps in front of you?" He shouted in
anger, but it was also the scream of one who sees another fall and,
shocked and without thinking, screams against his own will. '
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