In print: Lachlan Taylor on Ayesha Green’s I thought I heard you crying in the forest

Date 24 February 2021 WORDS Lachlan Taylor Imagery Supplied

Ayesha Green, I thought I heard you crying in the forest, 2020, acrylic on canvas, 1730 x 2700 mm. Collection of Dunedin Public Art Gallery.

Ayesha Green’s I thought I heard you crying in the Forest is "a painting about power, and the ways that power is gained, maintained, coveted, stolen, and mourned through systems of representation," writes Lachlan Taylor in Issue 00.
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Writer Biography
Lachlan Taylor is a writer and curator based in Tāmaki Makaurau. His work focuses on the spaces occupied by art writing and curatorial practice as tools for communication.

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