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One to One (2024)
Collecting Leftover Crops (2024)
The bed is a _ landscape, full of folds (2024)
BIG BAD WOLF (2024)
The Little Award Show (2024)
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Collecting Leftover Crops
An exhibition by Maya Schønning Kjærulff
Buccleuch Lane, Garnethill, Glasgow
8th March 2024
‘Collecting Leftover Crops’ is a gathering of found photography, re-cropped and re-framed in a new narrative. The images are found in the bin in a darkroom, and was determined as either underexposed or overexposed.
Someone’s hand is freezing. Someone has been seen looking. White socks in black shoes, someone is passing quickly. There is a small house with two floors and a garden. Someone is peering out of the window. A beautiful picture. It’s still the same smell, but more dusty. Someone is stumbling. Somebody came to the party alone, all dressed up. Somebody came to the party linked to another. Someone is trying to stand still, waiting for the picture to be taken by a friend.
Somebody is looking through the window of their childhood home. Someone is missing. Two childhood friends are giggling. The lake is frozen, they slide across it. Someone’s skin is burnt. Someone is waking up by a window with a view to the sea. Someone wearing a suit is turning their face to the sun. Something is growing. A grape, growing and shrinking. The night falls inside someone. The day rises in another.
Collecting Leftover Crops
An exhibition by Maya Schønning KjærulffBuccleuch Lane, Garnethill, Glasgow
8th March 2024
‘Collecting Leftover Crops’ is a gathering of found photography, re-cropped and re-framed in a new narrative. The images are found in the bin in a darkroom, and was determined as either underexposed or overexposed.
Someone’s hand is freezing. Someone has been seen looking. White socks in black shoes, someone is passing quickly. There is a small house with two floors and a garden. Someone is peering out of the window. A beautiful picture. It’s still the same smell, but more dusty. Someone is stumbling. Somebody came to the party alone, all dressed up. Somebody came to the party linked to another. Someone is trying to stand still, waiting for the picture to be taken by a friend.
Somebody is looking through the window of their childhood home. Someone is missing. Two childhood friends are giggling. The lake is frozen, they slide across it. Someone’s skin is burnt. Someone is waking up by a window with a view to the sea. Someone wearing a suit is turning their face to the sun. Something is growing. A grape, growing and shrinking. The night falls inside someone. The day rises in another.