The Square Review
The other week I was down in London, and on a whim popped into the Tate Modern. Shuffling through its grand cavernous innards, I breezed through the galleries quizzically glancing at the odd… Continue reading
The other week I was down in London, and on a whim popped into the Tate Modern. Shuffling through its grand cavernous innards, I breezed through the galleries quizzically glancing at the odd… Continue reading
You Were Never Really Here begins in a haze of vague, unconnected images – a murky body of water, a face suffocating through a plastic bag, a girl’s photo burning into a crippled… Continue reading