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"CiTiES: All Dimensions" by Hassan Vawda

As the Tokarska Gallery called out for submissions for its first open exhibition to fill the galleries wonderful bright and angled space – the response was from a plethora of artists from around the corner, further in London, dotted across the country and even from abroad. The call out seemed to have taken a life of its own, a life that pumped from the exhibitions thematic heart, Cities: All Dimensions. Selected by art director and curator, Nadiya Pavilv-Tokarska, it is a theme as contained as it is expansive, the dimensions of cities truly transcend everyday perception, from aesthetic edges and industrial horizons to social reflections and cultural constructs.

No-One To Bestow by Emma Scutt, Breaching the Doll’s House review by C. Linton

No-One To Bestow by Emma Scutt is a paternalistic gifting from grandfather to granddaughter of an exquisitely constructed space. A doll’s house has walls, and even furnished, is essentially empty, a blank canvas, a stage set awaiting happening. Any tenants, cast members physically present within, are likely to be psychologically absent, awaiting animation. This most potent of female childhood vessels is its own interior world. It has boundaries, is physically complete, existing independent of exterior space. The effect of the charming constraint of this vessel for the child, who is physically present and psychology engaged, is to enable unconstrained play and experimentation. It is a safe space for the child (here female), to inhabit. She can be her own protagonist(s), imprinting aspects of the self on her own cast of character vessels to animate them. So, stuck space elicits, releases endless fluid imaginings which blur the boundaries between imagined and real space, and flow and leak whither they may, as story.

Nadiya Pavliv Tokarska / Contemporary Cityscapes. After E HOPPER and D HEPHER

Unreal City, 60

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland, 1922

London town; Do we acknowledge the architectural giants in between sips of our extra hot, extra skinny, mocha-decaf latte as we drudge routinely through the chartered streets? We take their lining of the street and London’s turreted skyline for granted. We can all identify with the names: Gherkin, the shard, the thrusting peaks of Canary Wharf – but have you ever really looked at them. Have you ever stood at the summit and exchanged a submission of proportion with these benevolent giants, or stopped in the middle of Oxford Street while the drones throng and swell to the beat of the consumer drum?
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