Exhibitions: Sam Taylor-Wood: “Ghosts”

Sam Taylor-Wood: Ghosts XI

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights, vol. 2, chap. 20.