Fountains and blown glass chandeliers at Spike Island, Bristol.
|Zoë Paul, Land of the Lotus Eaters, 2018|
It’s an uncomfortably humid day in Bristol when I set off for Spike Island, and as I heave myself across the harbour-front through throngs of clammy city-dwellers and tourists it’s hard not to dismiss the idea that this might be a day better suited to ice cream than contemporary art.
Nonetheless, Spike Island’s redbrick facade emerges from the haze, and its high warehouse-like ceilings always offer respite from the heavy air.
|Zoë Paul, Sebil, 2018|