Essay

  • Through the Viewing House

    With a white ribbon of writing wrapped around its glass facade, the show home for Television Centre is encased in glass, sitting like an unopened present across from Wood Lane tube station, sunlight streaming through its walls on cloudless days. Television returns to television centre is transcribed in big, bold letters across the entrance like…

    Through the Viewing House
  • Re-collecting Omer Fast

    -Omer Fast is dead. This is a fact I discovered hidden within the first few pages of In Memory, a catalogue published by ‘The Green Box’ on the works of the artist in 2009, when I was conducting my own research. It was a statement made by the editors of the collection in response to…

  • Hold On, It’s Just Autocorrect

    Technology is terrifically endearing. The most evident of such would be the famous autocorrect, with its penchant to litter our on-screen conversations with Freudian slips and sexual terminology, bringing out the snickering fourteen-year old in us all. Just a slip of the thumb and suddenly you’re punching cats, buying mum anal beads for her birthday…