The ghost powders their face with Ash and steps through the door of mischief. There sits a constant growing archive, it breathes on its own.

 

There are no wires connected to any main circuit, the thing lives within and for itself.

 

When looking around the room we find ourselves stuck in a damp shed, it smells quite strong in here. We zoom out of our view point to find we are stuck in Peter Brennan’s shed.

 

A shed that has lived here for many years now, within a small council estate in Manchester.

 

We will stay here for a long time; the dust will grow and so will our archive of dense active matter.

 

 

Yasmine Brennan (Gremlin) practice is an active practice that fall within the cracks of lost time. How in which this practice stays alive is through the means of retelling a new Albion. An Albion that is founded from neglection but is set forth to a new means of reform and renewal. The individual is compelled to look closer, to be pulled to the nostalgic satire that live within the archive. The artefacts used hold a closed past that truly permits us into the English psyche. The psyche is held up to be scrutinised by the gremlin, as they play the role of the fool leaving bread crumbs of internalised social attitudes. Never guiding the viewer to a conclusive reading but instead leaving an urgency of neglect. The fool doesn't plead in asking for cooperative interactions, it glories in not asking for permission.

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