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38: projects for a small world


| Fall 2008 |

Editors: Gregory Burke and Christine Davis

Artists’ Projects:

  • ‘Black Out’, Glenn Ligon
  • ‘Adventures of Deary’, Mark von Schlegell
  • ‘Six Collages’, Christina Forrer
  • ‘Perversions of Empire: The Concrete Oracles’, Seher Shah
  • ‘Will Someone Please Explain It to Me, I’ve Just Become a Radical’, Matthew Buckingham
  • ‘War Porn’, Fiona Banner
  • Maria Eichhorn
  • ‘Ten Stones’, John Massey
  • ‘Per Speculum’, Adrian Paci
  • ‘Excerpts from the Oedipal Manoeuvres in the Dark archive’, David Hatcher
  • Lynne Marsh
  • ‘Eight Tatoos’, Kelly Mark
  • ‘When the Wheel Turns, Why Does a Pot Emerge?’, Geoffrey Farmer
  • ‘The New Zealand Altruism Review’, et al.
  • Anne-Mie van Kerckhoven
  • Oliver Husain
  • Shelagh Keeley
  • ‘Walnut Power Station’, Kristan Horton
  • ‘January 16, 2009 – January 22, 2009 (Corvus monedula)’, Henrik Hakansson


20th Anniversary Issue (2/2)

This issue of Public is a companion 20th anniversary issue to Issue 37: Public? and is dedicated entirely to artists’ projects. Whereas the former focussed on a discursive analysis of current modes of the “public” this issue posits the imaginative potential of the artist project as a catalyst. The issue features artists whose practice touches upon the paradoxical experience of collapsing distance between public and private spheres and the expanding gap between inner and outer worlds. What the work might share is an impulse to create cosmologies. And hopefully Projects for a small world, as a book itself, circulates orbits and overlaps these differing modalities of the imaginary.


Fiona Banner, “War Porn”:

“Smoke and mess shatter the foreground, the building behind starts to fall, machine gun fire still sporting from the blown out window, pelting nothing, bam, bam, straight out into the cloud of smoke. Three or four bodies, warped, useless, fly out of the carcass of the building, landing thud, fucked sacks of flesh, on the charred fucked-up ground. She’s standing there in the doorway light dripping off her shiny skin, neon colours cascade across her, stuck, glistening in the weird, slow, dappled multi-coloured light” [6].