Investigating the life of things across space and time
Postcard interventions (original postcards dated 1897-now, collage, paint, pencil, thread)
Ongoing series by Sarah Gillett
Joseph reaches down and picks up a shell. He hands it to the boy, who is dragging a red plastic bucket across the sand. “Here. What about this one?”
Bill assesses the offering intently. “No Daddy,” he says firmly, “It’s broken here, see.”
It is late when I see you moving into the flat above the pub opposite. Must be past 11, because I hear the doors swinging open, hot blue noise gulping for air.
