'the storeyed, storied hands, bodies long faded but fingerprints into the city - by its very being here - are indelibly pressed.'

DIASPORA (2017)

title: DIASPORA (2017)

'the storeyed, storied hands, bodies long faded but fingerprints into the city - by its very being here - are indelibly pressed.'

' A great, gleaming city... limitless points of light... '

BARTLETT UGIII BIRTH & REBIRTH (2019-20)

title: 'The Unborn World' - UNITIII

' A great, gleaming city... limitless points of light... '

Black Lives Matter ( ∞ )

BLACK LIVES MATTER ( ∞ )

Police Killings of Black People in The US 2013-2019 source: https://mappingpoliceviolence.org/

Black Lives Matter

'Manchester’s shining stars are singing'

MANCHESTER MEMORIAL (2019)

title: MANCHESTER MEMORIAL (2019)

'Manchester’s shining stars are singing'

' Those stratified places where the very earth is punctured by gyrating spectres, writ in rainbows. '

BARTLETT UGIII FIELD TRIP (2020)

title: 'Heartbloodsea' - Ralph Gunson Parker

' Those stratified places where the very earth is punctured by gyrating spectres, writ in rainbows. '

'in brightest light our
shadows fall off the sweet earth
to paint distant moons'

BARTLETT UG13 SUMMER SHOW (2019)

title: 'HaikUG13' - Ralph Gunson Parker

' in brightest light our
shadows fall off the sweet earth
to paint distant moons '

'a cigarette burn through the parchment walls of her world to unhide truth'

HINGE (2015)

title: 'Heartbloodsea' - Ralph Gunson Parker

' a cigarette burn through the parchment walls of her world to unhide truth '

' in group we set towards height, to be opened and revealed as it passes onwards.'

BARTLETT UG13 FIELD TRIP (2019)

title: 'Heartbloodsea' - Ralph Gunson Parker

' in group we set towards height, to be opened and revealed as it passes onwards.'

'before gravity compresses our spines and we return to the moon they had sung and all the valley echoed.'

ARCHITECTURE DIPLOMA THESIS: A POSTHISTORY OF ATTERCLIFFE (2000)

title: 'Heartbloodsea' - Ralph Gunson Parker

'before gravity compresses our spines and we return to the moon they had sung and all the valley echoed.'