Animal Dreams Takeover at Blink Room Share 8

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‘Trisha Kite’, 2025. Felt, Bamboo, String.

As part of Blink Room Share 8, we were invited as a guest curator to put a group show on in one of the rooms. We showed our own work alongside:

-James Sibley
-Gus Binnersley
-Kelly Wu
-Enoch Hitchcock
-Lucy Soni
-Marla Sunshine Kellard-Jones

with a text written in collaboration with Oli Mardon

Detail of ‘Trisha Kite’

Marla Sunshine Kellard Jones (left) and Lucy Soni (right)

Installation view

Gus Binnersley (left) and Ella Soni (right)

you feel wildly, wildly foolish…

Sit cross-legged, under a tree and wait for things to ‘fall into place’. Carve softly into some wood with a pen knife. 45 degrees. In the shade, time passes fast, and suddenly a mountain of spirals is surrounding you. Look up. Nothing hard knocks sense into you; smacks you in the face, or comes into focus.

The wind blows the wooden curls out like seeds, giggles carried over rolling hills.

Feedback is things (objects, sounds, senses) looping back to themselves. They are returning to a slump, muscles tired after hurdling in loops and spirals, hibernating, then growing fruit from seeds, cheeks glowing red apples from praise and error alike.

Whizz down a helter-skelter at a fun fair. Enjoy the spinning clouds and blue or grey sky, rain on your face, jump out of the sack and race back up the stairs. King of the world!

But, how strong is your spirit?

Young people ask what is at the end of the rainbow because they have been told you can follow it somewhere. A spiral jetty is a short maze, with no tall mystery, but it leads somewhere special. A daydream also pulls your hand along, out, up.

being told ‘you will learn a lesson from this, one day’ or ‘stop staring out of the window’.

A postcard is not where you are. A postcard is everywhere you have been.* *this year

(I trust what I am doing). Fingers running through tall grass, headphones. Soft grass split ends stroke fingertips with stroking hair energy. Chill out. Streaky evening light, felt tip sketch, found wood, good colours on a flyer, paper stack grows wild. I feel very much in between.

Post Art School Blues: Is it sky electric powder cyan azure navy cobalt teal turquoise denim cornflower midnight periwinkle sea slate celestial ? Gradient fade mind trails off

An image was folded twice and lost ink across its latitude and longitude. A spiral is broken. You can diverge and take an untrodden path. (Say it twice)

A loop suggests chasing. Kite ribbons, dogs tails, a pot of gold. Senselessis lackingcommonsense or beingwildlyfoolish. I sat next to this one girl in school who used to lean back in her chair, scratch into the table with a compass, curl her hair in loops and had rolling eyes. She told me that for every way we were told to learn new information, she was going to learn it ‘the other way’. Reversed, flipped over. Book read back to front.

‘Vitae corona fides’ means ‘faith is the crown of life’. Believe things will work out. A charming idea to hang off a bracelet, pin to a jacket, or press into the hand of someone you care about.