“In a dense phosphorescent fog, I have been searching for things which can never be found: the journals of Adam and Eve; a photographic record of the cities of the interior; a map charting the soul’s disasters and renewals; the keys to locked dimensions; the point at the centre of everything …”


Maura Holden   Tripping?
Maura Holden   Tripping?
Maura Holden   Tripping?
Maura Holden   Tripping?
Maura Holden   Tripping?
Maura Holden   Tripping?
Maura Holden   Tripping?
“My paintings are a residue of this effort. But they are only shells, fossil imprints around the things I truly meant to give existence to – those lost moments when my identity fell to the ground like a torn dress, and I moved through non-human spheres with X-ray vision and a compound mind, seeing and being all of those impossible things.”

Maura Holden   Tripping?

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