Green, ochre and violet washes of light and blurry images of leaves and branches projected onto the back wall. Shadows of crouched figures poised high and low in a metal ‘tree’. A forest of ropes slung every which way across each other, with one straight-standing pole at the back. A hurdy-gurdy man with an arsenal […]

Taking as his starting point the confession tapes of Ted Bundy, Greg Wohead examines our glib fascination with the narratives of murder. That we have an appetite for stories of human cruelty and horror is evidenced by a brief look at the contents of any newspaper. Murder, sexual abuse, catastrophes and suffering make up the […]

The sun is bright above us as I sit on the grass in Stanmer Park waiting for Walking Stories to begin. We are handed headphones and gathered together as group. There is advice about trusting your instincts, and reassurances that, as you strike out into the open spaces, you will be looked after and you […]

Bits of the brain go dark. The memories they contain disappear. Speech, thought, up and down: all scratch and twist and fail. What do you do? In this case the artist continues to do what they almost cannot do, nothing else is possible. In January 2011 Peggy Shaw suffered two strokes, and as one half […]

At one stage in Love Sick I was doubled up with hysterical laughter in the front row, lost for breath.  It is always a transformative thing to laugh that much, and the memory exists as a warm glow – but somehow all this good feeling has to be communicated in a review that gets across […]