A few months ago, I was working on an art project in which I used the poetry from Ted Hughes' 'Birthday Letters'. Extracting the last phrases from every poem in the book, I constructed a poem of my own. By my ignorance of the simplest things... by their hair and the snow of your final… Continue reading Our Eden.
I don't know about anyone else, but for me songs are like bookmarks in my life. I can associate a song with an event, a feeling, a place, a friend. Songs become attached to my personal timeline, and listening to them can transport me back. Here are the main songs that have stuck to me this… Continue reading the soundtrack to my year
Today was deadline day for the final project of our foundation diploma in art and design. Here is a list of the lessons I have learned and the things I have experienced in this rollercoaster of a year: Don't assume you won't make any friends. You're in a place full of other creative people, and they… Continue reading the things i have learned
I am not particularly interested in politics. There. I said it. Its not that i don't care, it's really not that. I always thought it meant i didn't care, because everywhere I turn there seems to be a voice telling me that this opinion this choice is the most important thing for this country, don't… Continue reading how to not be revolutionary
doubt is strange. You can feel it about something that seconds ago you thought was positive and hopeful. But your mindset, which can change however many times it likes, just coats everything in dark permanent ink and suddenly everything is wrong again. Exhibit A - my stream of consciousness: The idea that I'm feeling a little better… Continue reading doubt
I don't know if it happens because the sun goes down and it goes dark, or because the tiredness hits, or because I dread trying to fall asleep again. But it always is, always has been and always will be the evenings where I feel the lowest. Does anyone else feel this? It's a strange gradual… Continue reading day vs night
alternative title: 'unrelenting jealousy' Today I visited a small art gallery in my hometown, which I have been in a few times before. Immediately I was drawn to a stack of etchings that were new into the gallery, by an artist called Laurie rudling. I found myself feeling quite emotional at how beautiful and delicate… Continue reading complete admiration