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or, Ten Thoughts On Ten Years of Making Art Here’s a list of things that have served me well / I’d wished I’d figured earlier on whilst working within the subsidised arts sector in England. I shared it on Twitter yesterday and it got a good response, so I’m posting it here for a bit more… Continue reading A Decade of Pain

I’m sat on the train from London Kings Cross to Wakefield Kirkgate, on my way to complete the remainder of our residency which takes place at The Art House. I’d hoped the carriage would be a bit quieter and that I’d see more people wearing masks but I’m in the minority. I know three people… Continue reading The Quips: Week Two

The first week of The Quips semi-virtual residency is coming to an end. That’s one quarter of the way through mine and Gemma’s dedicated intensive time working together, as we plan and prepare a radio broadcast later this year.  This week has been about connecting remotely with Gemma and The Art House team. Promoting the… Continue reading The Quips: Week One

Vibrato: a repeated slight shaking in a musical note, either when played on an instrument or sung, that gives a fuller sound to the note. (Cambridge Dictionary) Water cascades over the Izuagu Falls in Argentina. We watch it from on high, soaring like birds, our flight path tracing a slow arc that runs in parallel to the fall’s rim.  The water’s roar doesn’t reach us because there is music: a… Continue reading Trembling

I find I’m all burned out,  In a Tesco Express that’s been my daily routine for years, Welling up amongst the fruits and vegetables, Listening to Chocolate by Tindersticks. Gentle yet dramatic, expressing more vitality in ten minutes than my whole day does. It’s a song I repeat again and again obsessively. Where do I… Continue reading Where Bad Dreams Go To Die

I blink myself awake and after a few dazed moments, my mind revolves towards one of Jiro Yoshihara‘s circle paintings. I saw it the day before: a swirl of cobalt blue on a red background.  There’s been a cyclical quality to my morning routine over the autumn. Spells of browsing my phone every morning the… Continue reading Poetry’s End

A lot of important people have departed recently, lost to age and illness, the advice and perspective they could offer gone with them. I’m left thinking about family: not just the one I’ve inherited, also the one I’ve chosen for myself, and about what kinds of community I could seek and build in the future. … Continue reading QUEER WISDOM