“the baba yaga waits for you at the center of the wood. the two from which they fell. the edges come apart. the center goes
astray. the safety and routine of domesticity are no longer able to confine or describe a fitting existence, and sometimes one just walks out of this life and into another.” (Swoon)
astray. the safety and routine of domesticity are no longer able to confine or describe a fitting existence, and sometimes one just walks out of this life and into another.” (Swoon)
Using wood, paper, paint and found materials, Canilao and Swoon will create a map of a world that builds itself –just that side of the fringes.
