Replacing the symbols traditionally used to represent the twelve signs of the zodiac with human organs that each have definite functions, this project questions astrology’s arbitrary attribution of character traits to people.

Do Gemini always look to get rid of toxic vibes? Do Sagittarius listen to their brain instead of following their heart? Are you a Spleen rising with the moon in Intestines?

You can see the project in its entirety on this page.

And if you’d like to gift one of them to the astrologer in your life, or make your own home even lovelier, prints are available here.

One of the reasons I love living in Paris is how easy it is to go to London from here. So, on a Monday morning, I hopped on the Eurostar, and spent the day doing two of my favourite things: walking around and looking at art.

I started the day at the Natural History Museum. The building alone is worth the visit, whether it’s to look at the animals carved in stone or the botanical motifs painted on the ceiling. Also, the blue whale.

I went on to the National Portrait Gallery to see the Francis Bacon: Human Presence exhibition. Bacon is, without a doubt, one of my favourite painters. Seeing his work in person in Dublin when I was 13 felt like a revelation. It wasn’t my first exposure to disturbing art—as a child, I was fascinated by my mother’s collection of books about German expressionism, not to mention her photograph book of WWI “Gueules cassées”— but this was something else. His work looked like how I felt. 25 years later, his paintings still move me in a way few others do.

A brisk walk in a thankfully rain-free weather later, I was at the Tate Modern for the Mike Kelley exhibit. As someone who likes to dabble in many styles and medium, I love multidisciplinary artists. Before this, I only knew his textile work, so I felt like a kid in a candy store.

I then made my way back to St Pancras. At the end of the day, I’d walked 15km, was exhausted, and could not wait to get into bed. It felt fantastic.

On a personal, non-art-related note: I got my driver’s license! Parisians being as passionate about jaywalking as they are about reckless driving, I’m quite proud of myself.

And that’s it—the rest of the projects I worked on in January cannot be shared yet, so that’ll be for next month. Thanks for being here. If you think this newsletter would be of interest to somebody else, feel free to forward it to them. 

Till next month, take care,

Cath