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Rose McLaren is an artist in London.



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Talk Into My Bullet Hole

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July 2015

Rose McLaren

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July 2015

‘Someday people are going to read about you in a story or a poem. Will you describe yourself for those people?’ ‘Oh, I don’t...

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May 2014

Art Does Not Know a Beyond: On Karl Ove Knausgaard

Rose McLaren

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May 2014

Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle has an oddly medieval form: a cycle, composed of six auto-biographical books about the...

The women in her family have always shown dogs They keep pictures of the dogs on the wall beside the staircase, a line-up in thick, bubble-like glass The pictures are hung in a series of black oval frames When she was a child she would look behind the sofa and through the hall door and see them there, hanging silently like a row of pinned beetles   The pictures go back to sepia prints from the start of the last century, the first being her great-grandmother’s prize-winning Pekingese, Cob In these the dogs look athletic, their eyes small dark buttons The pictures become gradually more detailed and colourful as they descend the stairs, ending in a series of young dogs that look like goblins, illustrations for a hallucinatory children’s book   Beneath each one her mother cuts out a small square of paper and tacks it to the wallpaper with gold pins These squares document each dog’s achievements Damson’s Best of Breed Maggie’s Best in Show Deano, Agility Champion Ugly Maura who never won anything but did once rescue a mouse from drowning in a rain-filled bucket   The family’s usual photographer is dead by the time she wants pictures of her own dog, Marie She has to find a new one on the internet, on a website whose landing page is shaped like an unfurled scroll The cursor becomes a white quill and the photographer’s name is scrawled out in an animation at the top of the page   He has a studio above a stationery shop in the centre of her town, and wears double-lensed glasses that make his eyes spill across his face He calls the dogs things like ‘arrogant’ and ‘stately’ and chews the edges of his fingernails to scabs   He pulls down a screen over a metal set of drawers and the dogs sit in front of it The first screen depicts a pink sky and white clouds, and he tries others: a castle on a hill, a rainbow, plain colours, dark so that the subject stands out like in an oil painting She doesn’t get a say in Marie’s background: he gives

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August 2014

Rose McLaren

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August 2014

Rose McLaren is an artist in London.

The Prosaic Sublime of Béla Tarr

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Issue No. 6

Rose McLaren

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Issue No. 6

I have to recognise it’s cosmical; the shit is cosmical. It’s not just social, it’s not just ontological, it’s really huge. And that’s why we...
Stalker, Writer or Professor? Geoff Dyer's Zona and Genre

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February 2012

Rose McLaren

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February 2012

‘So what kind of a writer am I, reduced to writing a summary of a film?’ wonders Geoff Dyer half way through Zona. Such...

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January 2011

Futures Past: Monumental Memorials of Modern Berlin

Leila Peacock

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January 2011

Cities display a worship of history in the monuments and memorials that they choose to erect, through which the...

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November 2017

Small White Monkeys

Sophie Collins

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November 2017

Small white monkeys stretch around in the dirt beneath a tree but do not get dirty. They pick themselves...

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December 2011

James Richards: Not Blacking Out...

Chris Newlove Horton

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December 2011

Artist James Richards appropriates audio-visual material gathered from a range of sources, which he then edits into elaborate, fragmented...

 

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