There are places we carry with us, no matter how far away we get from them. There are people whose faces we see every time we close our eyes. There are ideas so profoundly etched into us that to lose them we would lose a part of ourselves. To some, these could be considered burdens, limitations, even scars, but we know that while these things might haunt us, they provide clarity, focus, and in some ways, identity.
In the forging process, we would consider these things impurities or Slag. But while smithing a piece of metal processes these pieces of slag out, we seek to draw them to the forefront. We seek writing and artwork that homes in on the idiosyncrasies of its creator, that, even if not completely polished, could not have been made by anyone else.
We want your voice, and the little bits of slag within you, to spark and shine.
Dominic Corrigan on his series “Through Me” published in Issue #10
The bright colours, humming as though alive, like a speeding car with the traffic lights bleeding into the background. I have tried to mesh urban shapes, city life, fog, noise, the hustle and bustle with the feeling of the streets, the tensions, the panic, the stress and discordant confusion that comes hand in hand with career-driven ambition.