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I have been working for almost a year with The Project Group in Charmouth, Dorset under the guidance of Sandra Reeve. I will be sharing some of this new work through Pink Granite this coming weekend. It will mark the development of my new book Pink Granite. Please see the extract from Sandra Reeve’s invitation below with links to the work. There is …
Beginning Again It’s that time of year, The new beginning. It comes every year full of expectation, New leaf turning over with distant chorusing of poor old Michael Finnegan from There was an old man called … fame. And on the first day of the beginning of the third year of mum’s passing… I am reminded of the remembering compilation …
Below is the tribute I gave at the recent celebration of Fiona’s life held on 12 December 2022 at Islington Cemetery and Crematorium. I was honoured to be invited to speak about our friendship. This is the full tribute below. I only read a fraction of what I had prepared due to time but people have asked for the full …
Creative Lives Online Gallery Launch Following the presentation of Disrupted Meadow at Sentient Performativities at Dartington Hall in Devon in June this year, I revisited the material with recordings from that showing for Creative Lives curated by Kirsty Surgey and Carmen Levick for Sheffield University and Castlefield Gallery, Manchester. It all began to fall into place. The challenge, which I …
Navigating Sentient Performativities Part Four: A Poem Anticipating Connection and Negotiating Community I arrived at the spot after my earlier recce at 9.40. I arrived after ‘crawling’ and ‘slow walking’ on the TV in studios six and one respectively. I arrived at 11.20 Or thereabouts. I sat on the steps. I waited. Kristina gave me a ‘past its …
Navigating Sentient Performativities Symposium Dartington Hall June 2022 (Part Three). We got drenched with Sarah Hyde leading a Participatory Movement Ritual in another meadow. We were drenched in dreaming and the silence of grasses. It reminded me of times as a child when I just gave in to the rain and got wet through. The session was a deep work …