Fxxk art, let’s dance

As I have said before, I don’t get art. I have a childlike wonder for anyone that can draw but my appreciation of the old masters starts and ends with ‘Cool!’ I do have a better eye and preference for photography, but today I caught sight of some artwork that held my attention. In the central library on George IV bridge is a cabinet display of the graphic fiction of one Mr Chris Kent. I didn’t read all the blurb because I couldn’t look away from the art but here; see what you think: Graphite Fiction by Chris Kent Continue reading Fxxk art, let’s dance

Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

Forgive me my absence as I forgive yours. I have been working on my major project, which is scheduled for hand in on 05 August. I thought it was all going well, but now I can see it is total rubbish. I have chosen an all too predictable structure and as David Miller told us structure was everything, I can only presume my efforts so far total nothing.  Send talent, inspiration and wine in equal measures. That is all. Continue reading Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

Research

So far the research for my narrative non-fiction project has included being called ‘hen’, being enticed into a dark and dusty room full of baskets containing crystals and locked in, witnessing the breakdown of a young mother who lost her little boy in a car crash, Chinese dumplings, being asked to stop writing, bursting into tears in front of a room full of strangers – strange strangers at that, smiling as sweetly as I could at a man making bird noises for me and gently refusing to partake in a plate of stale biscuits proffered by a sweaty round woman … Continue reading Research