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as it goes, the nascent form disintegrates when pinned. Granular index of “I suppose...”. I find it hard
to capitalise words at the beginning of a sentence due to my feeling of such a grammatical need to be
conceited and lofty. Elevated in this way the sentence guides with impulsivity, reacting to the
immediate by spooling over and over (pages, captions, comments). The feeds. non-capitalising makes
erudition interior focused; or rather, the focus is shone inwards toward the word simultaneously as it
is being read, in the external. a two-way mirror, i opine, reflecting/inflecting unanimous.
albeit crude to begin as if we were all on the same page by some measures of applicability, I believe
this to be a fearful reproach to the authentic guidance of the lower cases. When I capitalise “I” do I
become a golden spike moment every single time? alas commentary defines us by our right to be
siloed rather than our need to belong

elsewheres

24 hr window, Glasgow (2023)

thoughts weave a space above ground

Other Worlds (a group show with Niamh Moloney & Lois Hopwood)

Kiosk, Glasgow (2023)