THE CULT COLLECTIVE

"A poetic of planes from cloud, aisle and ground level." Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

"I lie still inside of a cage for three hours. I am safe here." Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

(To whom, all those, with which I share these streets; I root for you.) Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

This is the story of an angel after its fall. Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

An exploration of memory, separation, and transformation that reflects the artist's Bedouin heritage. Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

"The dance is where we find mutual understanding, and where momentary bliss can be easily accessed." Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

"The diary [...] is a place that may serve as a signpost we all can meet under." Published in ISSUE XI: COMMON GROUND.

Tilda Butterworth interviews Australian musician Annie Hamilton about her new album and creative process.

“I spin myself outwards in an evolution that can bring about a change in form without losing the substance." Published in ISSUE X: CYCLES.

A series of analogue photos shows reality as it is through glimpses. Published in ISSUE X: CYCLES.

Existential questions spin threads between painting, installation, tarot, the Altar sutra & the Bay of Naples. Published in ISSUE X: CYCLES.

On missed calls, lost dogs and never-ending cyclicality. Published in ISSUE X: CYCLES.

An ongoing architectural investigation of the human experience of time in Epping Forest. Published in ISSUE X: CYCLES.

A set of tarot cards found on a theatre floor.

Eerie Glue's new single, Witchcraft, and its music video, lure us inside the walls of an anxious mind.

"Already I can curve my ribs over the water-sculpted edges of this place."

In this photo series, a blue dress becomes the only personal relic of Jana Sojka's mother after her death almost a year ago.

"where my own hands have failed me, the elements are taking over."

"We are hiding. Hiding us from ourselves, from the truth. We don’t listen, won’t discuss, already know."

"I sneak up on death like halving a pomegranate, wounding round him and into the white first. ↺ (round) ↑ (up), ↺↑: d"