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The exhibition is worth going to, if only to see it couched in St Pancras crypt on a bedraggled evening such as last.
The subject matter and its treatment in E. Smith's black & white photographs is not new, but it's well done and consistent with the theme. It felt pleasantly apt to look at views of murky woodland, old lone houses, bare trees and lace, whilst the morose sound of The McCarricks' cello and violin filled the vault.
The acoustics under St Pancras are rich and vibrant; sometimes the sound felt palpably present; *rubbing itself into the stone* it becomes a huge furry beast!! - sniffing around the hairline gaps in stone.... padding mournfully from one sealed tomb to the next.
I myself didn't get anything from the paintings and installations, but others will, regardless of technicalities: it's all subjective! (i.e. again, apart from technicalities).
I did think the video installations were quite interesting and liked that accidental corollary, the echoing flicker on the stone.
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The subject matter and its treatment in E. Smith's black & white photographs is not new, but it's well done and consistent with the theme. It felt pleasantly apt to look at views of murky woodland, old lone houses, bare trees and lace, whilst the morose sound of The McCarricks' cello and violin filled the vault.
The acoustics under St Pancras are rich and vibrant; sometimes the sound felt palpably present; *rubbing itself into the stone* it becomes a huge furry beast!! - sniffing around the hairline gaps in stone.... padding mournfully from one sealed tomb to the next.
I myself didn't get anything from the paintings and installations, but others will, regardless of technicalities: it's all subjective! (i.e. again, apart from technicalities).
I did think the video installations were quite interesting and liked that accidental corollary, the echoing flicker on the stone.
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