‘On Dissidence’ by Joanne Leow The net that presses against your skin, made from thin, steel fibres leaving an imprint only when you push up against it. We have spent most of our lives, unaware of its existence. If I worked quietly with a cutter … more » Continue Reading
‘Bread and Salt (Rice and Fish Sauce)’ by Joanne Leow So this is me here, loving in my kitchen making extra portions, canning jamming, buying too much, returning laden, a strap cutting into my arm cutting, stirring, tasting opening a 400°F oven and feeling it like a slap in the … more » Continue Reading