Curatorial artist based in Glasgow, Scotland. Art Director of Stillpoint Magazine.



The wasp in the room interrupts you, the transcriber. You stand up as if that announces to the wasp a position of authority. Miss a word in the pause of the space bar, around the sentence “art so as to exercise the other”.

In the recording the distracting noise of a machine’s incessant spin as he talks about assassination and repetition. You think about who’s fault that is, the diversion from the real point. Yesterday you’d said, “I push too hard and break it” but in actual fact it’s a revelation: a revisiting followed by a going further (the point, no?) You order a New King James by writing “bible” into the search field, hovering a moment over Color the Words of Jesus.