Landskin
When the land is neither secure ground on which to stand,
or a familiar feast for the eyes, one’s sense of
scale in place is felt as an internal conflict
which comes to rest on the skin
as something other.
Fiona Van Oyen
Landskin
When the land is neither secure ground on which to stand,
or a familiar feast for the eyes, one’s sense of
scale in place is felt as an internal conflict
which comes to rest on the skin
as something other.
Fiona Van Oyen
