Time is Elastic is a zine that folds down to almost nothing, then stretches out, refusing a linear story. Sea, mountain, dead bird, captive wolf, the dog, the blown-apart house each sit in their own pocket of time, and you move between them the way memory does, by association rather than in order. In physics, the present isn't a fixed point: time passes more slowly at sea level than at the top of a mountain, measured at an atomic level, and mass slows the time around it. A lived experience of time resists that fixed point too. It's made of moments: fleeting touch, memory, feeling, a scent or sound that returns. To work this way is to map: to seek, to plot, to work, to return. This zine, shown here beside a looming self portrait, is an atlas for practice itself: a safe ground to seek, plot, work and return to, again and again. The zine, shown here beside a looming self portrait, acquired by the Northern Gallery for Contemporary Art is an atlas for practice itself: a safe ground to seek, plot, work and return to, again and again.