The dogs in south London are running. One of the big ones slows down as it passes me and I step back as its nose swerves into my crotch, waving my arms as though that would make any difference. If it were really hungry it would just eat me but I get a face full of hot meaty air and it’s a lucky day.
Time is collapsing. The past and the future are redrawn in the present.
Postcard interventions (original postcards dated 1897-now, collage, paint, pencil, thread)
Ongoing series by Sarah Gillett
Anxious Chronicles gallery
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Stop motion animation made on my parents’ kitchen table in Lancashire and on the floor of an artist’s clapboard house in Los Angeles.