writer | researcher | academic
Here is the crux of it: buying two magazines does not simply put you in two camps, which marks you as a dynamic and multi-faceted person; what I did not understand at the time, but which I now know, is that the combination reveals something fresh about you, the buyer.
Flash fiction is a writer’s genre. Often shorter than a tweet, the whole genre is built on competitions and exercises for creative writers rather than keeping a reader in mind – when we consider where flash fiction comes from and what it gives us, is it time we stop engaging with this ridiculous form?
Language is ever-evolving and complex. This goes without saying, but we often forget to factor the language of images into our theories of how we communicate; especially in the current age, this does a huge disservice to the generations of people who are coming up in an age where their visual vocabulary is perhaps even... Continue Reading →
I’m not normally one to crow about my relatives. I’ve never been close to most of them, was actively disowned by some of them, and spend what feels like half my life attempting to avoid the drama that the others wreak. I call my parents regularly, but neither I or they have been actively involved... Continue Reading →
On February 3rd, 1959, the biggest name in rock ‘n’ roll went down in a plane crash with two other stars and an inexperienced pilot. Although all four died, it was Buddy Holly’s face that made it onto the front pages, onto the television news reports, and his death that is the most remembered, with... Continue Reading →
At the Creative Bodies, Creative Minds conference I got to participate in a pan-disciplinary, cross-country conference that, whilst only tangentially related to my research and academic identity, was a valuable opportunity for me to learn from people that I wouldn’t normally encounter.
Unless you have known me a very long time indeed, you will likely not know that at the age of 11 I went to my friend Gina’s halloween birthday party dressed as my ‘inner self’. All the other kids were dressed as binbag witches or face-painted pumpkins, but I had just come back from holiday... Continue Reading →
We should turn to the big differences between the way children and adults play to establish where and how we ‘rewild’ ourselves.
It can be stifling, going to a gallery. Imagine if we could touch the artworks. If blind people could engage with the brushstrokes and the shape of the oils on a canvas. If children could play, and stare, and laugh. If the Old Masters were in a room with the Blue Riders, if we didn’t have to guard the paintings from natural light and thieves and damage.
Do you ever think about how a certain percentage of the things you own will find their end with you?
Late Romantic 