A chink, a gap, a little slippage between me and the other me, the one I’m performing – where the blush gets in.
A blush is a gulp, a glitch, a stammer, a flutter, a flinch. A blush is hot. A blush is an index of confusion. A blush, acording to Darwin, is ‘the most peculiar and the most human of all expressions’. A blush says something and it speaks true. And as with many common species of songbird and butterfly, its numbers are in decline.
Texts by Jack Robinson – with citations from a range of fiction and non-fiction – and colour photographs by Natalia Zagórska-Thomas – including many of her own artwork – investigate the cultural and social history of the blush from the late 18th century to the present day.
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