Tara White is an interdisciplinary artist whose practice encompasses installation, performance, sculpture, video, print and drawing. White examines migration, labour, and the enduring structures of imperial legacy by engaging the visual and cultural systems through which history is organised, represented, and obscured.
White’s work is shaped by an interest in non-time and emotional impulse, considering how colonial structures produce and control temporality, asking how time is categorised, invented, scaled, and measured, and how these systems remain entangled with power. The act of digging, whether material or conceptual, recurs as a gesture that resurrects time and reveals what has been buried or suppressed.
Across media, White develops works informed by montage, deconstructed horror, and haptic cinema, often prompted by austere conditions. Their practice holds tension between construction and destruction, tradition and possibility, combining rigour with instability to create polyphonic forms. In doing so, White’s work opens up space for reflection on history, bodily memory, and the political and affective dimensions of lived experience.
Before completing their MA at the Dutch Art Institute in 2026, White earned a BA in Fine Art from Goldsmiths, University of London in 2019. Their work in theatre set design, fashion production, and short artist film informs a sustained interest in image-making, spatial composition, and material narration. White also collaborates with artists including Harold Offeh on large-scale public artworks and exhibition design, with attention to scale, site, and audience shaping international projects.
How do I perform a live jump-cut?
A soundscape formed the backdrop for this performance, which deconstructed the 1966 Motown track Reach Out I 'll Be There by the Four Tops and 1913 musical High Jinks composed by Rudolf Friml. Under the warm glow of heaters (often used for healing injuries) I dragged myself across the floor towards a small microphone stand. My face was smeared with menthol, my eyes and nose were streaming and the amplified sound of inflating/deflating these translucent plastic sleeves echoed through the space. R