s t a g c u l t by Martin Shaw

All gnarled up inside us are people, animals and places. We peer into a bog cauldron and witness a giant, and within him a young girl and within her a hare and within him a salmon. Through this scrying we locate secret histories. In s t a g  c u l t  Martin Shaw invites us to adventure with him as he explores, and discovers, the nature of becoming whole.  Shaw’s shamanistic bricolage lifts a lantern to a kind of haunting we can’t quite exorcize, or don’t wish to.

She was all music to me,

She was all of high summer.

Everything I would ever wish

To adore and defend,

She was.