too regal to reach fifty
Marie: Costume’s cut. Costumier: It’s being boned. Put this corset on. Marie: You want to strangle me now? Costumier: South London chokes me too. We’re moving out after the show. You’ll visit? Marie: Not in this bodice. Costumier: It’s period! Marie: Director’s changed it. He’s doing ‘Marie Antoinette’ post-modern. Costumier: Quick. Take it off or it’s […]
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Royal Male
The unexamined life is between her covers. She slips into an Egyptian sheet and grows close to herself. An arm peeks out braving the cold of the room to reach for a clean ceramic cup. It’s either coffee black or coffee white with two sugars. The Princess pours it as she sits under the covers […]
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writing off the wall
Running up the Cowgate area of Edinburgh where lanes wind in and out of tall buildings one August I stumble upon the old India Buildings where in every nook and cranny a story is being dramatised. The building give me inspiration, power and permission to write stage plays. Stone pieces are cut into shapes where fabrics […]
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Stuck on Conchiglie
One of the houses I lived in did not have a name so we got stuck on Conchiglie. Pasta and Glue In this four bedroomed lost and found there’s people coming ‘round and we’re drinking gin, ‘coz there’s no food in. When I open my mouth wide I can feel my mind slide as […]
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Joyful linger over Versatile Award
It’s so beautiful to be encouraged and cheered on. I feel lucky. Getting an award is a moment to treasure and linger over and a bit like eating a choc-ice alone. This award resonates for every blogger here as each writer is versatile to stay rooted in social media which moves so fast. The blogs […]
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Centenary Sparkle
The golden years of crystallographers is being celebrated with their Nobel Peace prize displayed alongside their laboratory equipment to note 100 years of the study of crystals. There is an interesting after life to the initial successes of these scientists. William Bragg was involved War duties when awarded his prize in 1915 and so postponed […]
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Dodgy Doges and Fresher Frescoes
Towers are lowering to the ground in the flood. The availability of rooms we all enjoy amongst the frescoes are slipping away. Art defines who we are, our faces stare like emperors lost in a terrible moment of catastrophe. The strength of Venice is to the hilt. Suddenly her boats are ripped up […]
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No one saw the mirage but me
Three television sets point towards each other from the corners of a triangle, in ‘…a legend, it, it sounds like a legend…’ (2007). The screens show primary colours whilst the text of viewers’ descriptions of the sounds they heard whilst watching the Northern Lights are flashed on a screen. This art show feels full of […]
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Oranges are the only fruit
Looking for an object to fill me with inspiration I walk around (and around) a local covered market and follow the scent of oranges and bright posters to a local museum to see how an object can be used as Art. ‘I’m having Art for lunch’ says a visitor as another orange is taken from […]
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