Under the ice, there is sounds. And if we scrabble hard and fast and furiously enough we can catch them – the squeaks and grunts and groans – before they escape. In spaces where nothing else is alive, everything feels psychedelic. Tanya Tagaq – Uja The amazing Tanya Tagaq took Inuk throat singing as her […]
Matthew Barney’s cinema is fetishistic about ritual. Dislocating the gestures and movements of (sometimes imagined, otherwise heavily abstracted) rituals from any easily-interpretable meaning, his ‘narrative sculpture’ uses a microcosmos of small details instead as pornography. Björk’s language links every thought to a physical act. It’s almost sex magic. When she is writing about negotiating another […]