Piercing the Veil: Fiona Moore’s The Distal Point
The Scottish National Portrait Gallery was just a refuge from the pipers and Fringe flyers on Princes Street, so I …
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Dream Attack: Fiona Moore’s Night Letter
I was once awoken in the dead of night by the kitchen knives. Not by the cutlery but the other …
Time of No Reply – Fiona Moore’s The Only Reason for Time
When my phone buzzed on that July morning, its screen read SOMETHING’S HAPPENED. DON’T WORRY. I’M OK. The brevity of …
Poor Rude Lines 