From These Windows: Online Collection – a selection of writing and art inspired by the collections of the V&A Museums. I’m not used to London yet. Back in New York City, I knew where I was at any given moment. on a clearly marked grid. In London, I walk slowly. ‘You’ve changed’, my husband says. Read More
From These Windows: Online Collection – a selection of writing and art inspired by the collections of the V&A Museums. On the beach in an indigo evening the strobe of St Mary’s lighthouse pulses through my body: absence, gleam, darkness, blaze. I turn and view the land. Light kaleidoscopes, fragmenting as I spin from black Read More
From These Windows: Online Collection – a selection of writing and art inspired by the collections of the V&A Museums. I walk from back to front in this space. On one side water is opened by glass; on the other side, great slabs are paved up into the sky. I can see Dundee but only Read More
From These Windows: Online Collection – a selection of writing and art inspired by the collections of the V&A Museums. Once, he broke into a thousand pieces, and his colours faded. Shattered into tiny fragments of himself, scattered across the room, every bit of him strewn, dispersed and disparate. Each dejected section of him uneven, Read More
From These Windows: Online Collection – a selection of writing and art inspired by the collections of the V&A Museums. It’s unsettling―Emmanuel Frémiet’s Gorilla Defeating a Gladiator. That’s what the card on the wall will tell you, but you don’t need to be told. In this gloomy corner you’re face-to-face with a fiend — his Read More
Displaced Drifting through a little hall of renaissance pieces, the frames of gold, green and grey only hold me briefly. There, on the left-hand side of the gallery from the entrance. Untitled, 1975. Four or five brush strokes create a curtain-thick concrete wall of translucent paint. Over it, a spill. Deeper black, latching on with Read More
Passing over the delicate blooms, looking radiant in its flight, the blue monarch lands on a honeysuckle, the air filled by the aroma. Serene, it pauses for a moment before it flutters again. Undecided, it glides onto another bloom, this time a rose. The rose – ivory and silky disguises an ominous secret. Looking angelic, Read More
Forwards opening, backwards closing desire widening, hours leaking, words as poems, poems as prayers: time home love. So many ways of seeing the forward thrust of desire, the steady backward tug of time, beating, knowing, not knowing. © Geraldine Gould From A Cabinet of Curiosities: Reimagining Rare Books. A disparate trove of pieces created by students of Read More
With an osprey on his back, in full flyte, and looking as if he might leave: an abruption in nature. Instead, offering further anecdotes, he crosses over into other territories not covered by his map of words; accosting a soldier with questions of how it feels to kill. The osprey on my own back surges Read More