A short journey around a block of flats in South London summons a meditation on person and place, home and displacement, family and memory.
Edwin Miles
Self
Wormwood
Van Gogh: Painted with Words
Fuck
The Class of ‘92
Farming
Heart of a Dog
Girl in the Box
As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
The U.S. vs. John Lennon
Here