By Richard Mather Inside the hospital walls is where the old man waits, sits, spends his time in lifeless anticipation. His wife, an...

By Richard Mather A disease of blood and spirit in a Petri dish, of skin and brain and bone, scrutinized and magnified under glass. I am...

By Richard Mather We move in circles around each other, encircled and encompassing, each turn driven in part by our own will to move and...

By Richard Mather Potato eaters – five peasant women, clothed in rags, seated round a square table in a brown room. The scene is set....