Shifty dogs mill outside church halls and primary schools, hungry for change. It’s a tipping point for faith and fantasy, a crossroads for crucifixions and constitutional protocols, with symbols and significations up for grabs. It’s a turning point in the same old song, with new arrangements ink-wet on the lips of the faithful, the faithless, the faceless, and the unimaginative fantasists. It’s a time for unconventional tunings, new modes, and drones beyond the range of human hearing. This is where the dogs come in, perking up, and dressing up like a Coolidge painting, sharpening their pencils and itching to make their mark. They’ve tolerated domestication for 23,000 years, and now they’re hungry. There’s change in the air, the dogs can smell it, and the humans – humming hymns and tacking up bunting – still think it’s all about them.
Oz Hardwick
Picture Nick Victor