Getting Bogged Down : The State and the Natural Environment in Art

23 mai 2025 | Caoimhghin Ó Croidheáin
We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening– Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye Of a tarn. Our unfenced country Is bog that keeps crusting Between the sights of the sun “Bogland” by Seamus Heaney A fascinating exhibition called BogSkin has just (...)
 Site référencé:  Dissident Voice

Dissident Voice 

“Childish” Adolescence
22/05/2025

 Ad Nauseam | 2008 · 2022