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Zoë Catherine Kendall

Primal wounds

Primal wounds

There aren’t words. There isn’t sense to be made. There are long stretches of emptiness interjected with heaving sobs. It’s such a...

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The wasteland

The wasteland

When there is nothing left

When there is nothing left

Primal wounds

Primal wounds

Fragments of a storm suspended in time

Fragments of a storm suspended in time

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TRACEY EMIN AT THE HAYWARD GALLERY

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The wasteland

When there is nothing left

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