In those days, the figs hung unripe on the trees and I lied awake in bed most nights. We ate dinners on the patio in twilight and sat in overgrown grass watching the sky turn dark. We baked bread. We napped in the sun in cheap lounge chairs. I stood at the edge of the lake swinging my arms, too afraid to jump in. We took long walks to the supermarket past little lambs and empty fields. We saved a beetle from being washed away by a wave and made a tart with plums from a tree on the side of the road. We watched a video about a woman who was married to a roller coaster.
Berlin-based American artist Sarah Schneider presents an artist book drawn from her experiences travelling and attending artist residencies in Switzerland, Italy, and Greece during the summer of 2016. At once prosaic and surreal, the publication recounts moments shared and reveals quiet, uncanny scenes, carefully questioning how temporality and experience shape our interpretation of place. Does anything last forever? Ancient sculptures, mountains, memories, love? In No Fish, writing and paintings piece together a personal narrative of familiar places we cannot return to.
32 pages, 17.9 x 25.5 cm, softcover, 5b (Brixton).