Toyah Webb



SOLARISTICS

A candelabra floats through the air. Your eyes are squeezed shut, trying to vanish me. But I always reappear, stage left. My empty clothes are an index of this phenomenon. In the archive, we trace the contours of dead writing, …

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Fair Trade: a way to RE/order /imagine /code the world

It was August 2017 and the location was The Tibetan Kitchen on Brunswick Street in Meanjin, Brisbane.

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