Fountains and blown
glass chandeliers at Spike Island, Bristol.
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| 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.
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| Zoë Paul, Sebil, 2018 |