Monday, 28 July 2014
I've been feeling a little helpless when reading stories of what is happening to civilians, many incredibly young, in Gaza at this very moment. In an effort to help in some, small, way I'm selling this print with all profits going to help the British Red Cross' bring medical aid to those in need.
The conflict is complicated and, for many of us, difficult to attach ourselves to but, I think, this piece from Jon Snow fully explains why we should be paying attention.
Monday, 14 July 2014
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Thursday, 29 May 2014
Thursday, 17 April 2014
A few weeks ago I went to the British Museum with photographer Fiona Essex to participate in her 'Shared Spaces' project. I walked around the museum, drawing, and she took photos as I went. Now i'm not usually one for photos of myself but these have a convenient lack of face in them so I quite like them! You can see the full set here (and others in the series).
Monday, 7 April 2014
Friday, 7 February 2014
Monday, 27 January 2014
“Hard Wood and Heavy Water” an exhibition
32-34 Kingsland Road,
Shoreditch, London E2 8DA
PV: 30th January 2014. 7pm till late
31st January – 16th March 2014.
Hard Wood and Heavy Water' takes place along some half-imagined coastline where two houses sit, on opposite sides of a wind-beaten cove. In one lives a man and in the other, a woman. But this is not a love story. Their lives will not collide, the pieces of the puzzle will not happily fall into place. Instead they cross over, pass by one another, peacefully; firewood left at the fork in the road, a box of candles during a powercut, whisky on the doorstep at christmas. Theirs is a story of silent reassurance, the comfort born of seeing a light flicker across the inky black curve of the sea.
This place feels like the end of the world, the last point before the flat of the ocean drops off and disappears. Skies are bigger here, the weather asserts itself with shameless confidence. It is hard to say how these two people came to be here, whether they simply always were, or if they retreated from something, the world perhaps. Maybe it isn't even a 'retreat' but a challenge- squaring up to world, taking as much air in your lungs as you can, filling your greedy eyes with it all.