Julienne Tan

Went down to the gallery on saturday and had a look at everything up on the wall, a sleeping ceremony of white and cream and black, and it was like i learnt to breathe slowly again.

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“things i can’t tell you”

A series of whispered illustrations.

Maybe in our effort to get closer, we pushed words out of the way.

 

 

There are celebrities hidden in these drawings, little insects caught in a web. There is Adam and there is Eve, there is the girl who will never get off her swing, there are my orphans, there is Delta Dawn with the flower she’s still got on, there are my glamorous girls asleep and waiting, and there is me, asleep and waiting. And there are hidden words too, in a weakling’s attempt to make literal what I can’t in real life.