space, power, school, surveillance. A portrait I live close to a primary school. When children are in the school’s playground, the noise that they make is clearly audible if my windows are open. On a typical weekday, at around half past eight in the morning, the high-pitched voices of a few children can be heard. Gradually, more voices join the fray, building steadily into a raucous cacophany, a swirling mass of laughter, shouts, chirps and screams reverberating around the playground—a peculiar variation…
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