Friday, 30 January 2009, 24:00 | midnight
#3: Marc Aschenbrenner
On abandoned planets and lost posts, on orbits around nothing: the cephalopods and snowmen, the hikers and bikers, the algaed, golden, sweating figures, the snailish, insectlike, narrowly wound beings from the cosmos of Marc Aschenbrenner move in spaces devoid of history. They are isolated: they have sensation, but feelings are ...