Big Other on Tate n Lyle’s Radio Play

Earlier this year I was invited by Paul and Rohanne at Tate n Lyle to contribute something to Radio Play: their quarterly radio broadcast where they present the creations of artists working across many, many different disciplines, reflect and speculate, and crack the overly-polished patina of so many other podcasts out there. I really recommend listening:… Continue reading Big Other on Tate n Lyle’s Radio Play

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IETM Porto

It’s been over a month since I flew back from Porto, and the dizzying experience that was IETM. This was the second plenary meeting I’ve attended (thanks to the support of the British Council and Unlimited) and it couldn’t have been more different to Brussels. That particular meeting was overwhelming, attended by nearly 900 delegates; the… Continue reading IETM Porto

IETM Brussels

In November, I was very fortunate to receive a bursary from the British Council and Unlimited to attend IETM Brussels as part of an initiative to get more artists from d/Deaf, disabled and BAME backgrounds into the room. Taking place just before a new collaboration with sound artist Gemma Nash was due to begin, the… Continue reading IETM Brussels

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Sunday 31st Dec 2017

Last year I had my runes read by Noa from Sheaf & Barley in the Barbican greenhouse. Seven creamy-white pebbles (?) inscribed with symbols were laid carefully between us on the low stone wall that served as both tabletop and seat. They were there as part of an event organised by Justin, Johanna and Season’s I’m… Continue reading Sunday 31st Dec 2017

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Sunday 17 Dec 2017

Earlier this year, a mouse crawled into the space within my bedroom wall – the one directly beneath the headboard of my bed – and died. What started as a vague presentiment of something amiss on the Sunday evening had, by the following morning, bloomed into a richly pungent stink. I lived with that smell… Continue reading Sunday 17 Dec 2017

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Monday 20th Nov 2017

I’m drinking a coffee I ordered by mistake in Prague airport. I thought I asked for an espresso but instead I have a really tall coffee with a bouffant of whipped cream. The coffee tastes like it’s exhausted / two men sat at a nearby table. I sit and watch planes taxi on the wet,… Continue reading Monday 20th Nov 2017

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Sunday 12th Nov 2017

17 year old secluded + closeted teen in suburban Telford. The Smell Of Our Own by The Hidden Cameras: frank, homoerotic lyrics paired with ornate choral arrangements (meandering viola, vaporous organ). It smelt (still smells) musty to me: like dried bodily fluids in a Thoreau wood cabin, nesting under a clear blue sky. Tied to… Continue reading Sunday 12th Nov 2017

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Saturday 4th Nov 2017

Year of the Butt. Men From Behind. Naked Boys Reading: B*ttmunch. Haunted Butts. Butts, butts, butts. Why butts? Salacious homo-smut or earnest body-positive crusade? Might have manifested in either / multiple way(s). Simply quite fascinated in this ‘blind’ spot of the body and its associations. Also, I like them. Get a fair amount of pleasure… Continue reading Saturday 4th Nov 2017

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Sunday 1st Oct 2017

The dirty black water waves against the white stone. The dirty black water glimmers in grey light in flashes of near white. The black rope tightens and slackens in the water. Mist. It flows like a sullen old man in a bombed-out European boulevard. The dirty black water bears dark blue ships. I close my eyes.… Continue reading Sunday 1st Oct 2017

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