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Yesterday we installed Gris Gris at the Newbridge Project, and it think it went rather well. So if you’re around Newcastle this afternoon, why not pop into the Newbridge Project Annex for tea, or a glass of fizz – both […]
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Excuse the hop over to the UK.. I’ll take you back to Senegal next blog post, but I would very much love to invite you to my exhibition opening at the Newbridge Project Saturday 24th Jan. Senegalese teas will be […]
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The sacrifice of food to Mame Coumba Bang has held my interest, appealing to my fascination with turning every day items into tools for ritual and transformation. I’m certain I want to use these sacrificial food stuffs in my own […]
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A few weeks into my stay in Senegal and I’ve really mastered the art of a well tucked mosquito net (after waking up with a cockroach on your head you really up your game). Sleep is my holy […]
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The fate of the Lebou has effected me, and has me preoccupied with the damaging aspect of magical thinking. In my previous works I’ve celebrated magical thinking as a preservation of cultural traditions, a protest of capitalism, and even a […]
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I’m standing on the beach in the north west of Saint Louis, pulling my shawl tighter around my head as the north atlantic gusts try their best to whip it away. The shoreline is littered with the waste from food […]
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We pack into a taxi and ask to go to the end of the road. Actually, we request to be taken to the end of life. The word sticks between my colleagues teeth slurring voie to vie. Our french needs […]
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Here the Saharan breeze is accompanied with a flocking of fine sand particles that seem to settle in every mechanical and organic crevice. I begin to sweep the sand from my room and break out in a sweat. Such a […]
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It’s the night of my first day in Saint Louis, but I feel like I’ve been here a week already. Maybe it’s because I’ve slipped in and out of consciousness so many times in the last 32 hours. My […]
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I step out the airport taxi on to a sandy street. Sand! I know I grin, I’ve never lived anywhere where the city streets are sandy, and the exoticism thrills me. It’s now 3am, but the city doesn’t sleep. The […]
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I have the good fortune of a whole row to myself on the airplane. I slump, put my feet up, then indulge in lying flat out across the three seats. However this feels far from indulgent. I’m uncomfortable, and apprehensive. […]
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Residence with WAAW, Saint Louis, Senegal, supported by Arts Council England I’ve been taking a lot of time recently to dig deeper into the history of witchcraft accusations. By looking at a wider span of time outside the great european […]