Meet Sarah. Sarah is a handcrafted bear originally ‘adopted’ as one apparently says in collector-bear-world – or as you and I might say, paid a mental amount of money for – by my late mother. Late by nine years today, that’d be. Continue reading
A woman far more wise than I once said (and I may be paraphrasing slightly, it was a long time ago!): “the only stories we can totally truthfully tell are our own”. Now, you can pull that every which way … Continue reading
I don’t do ‘cancerversaries‘. I don’t remember them. I don’t remember the date they diagnosed Hodgkins Lymphoma, although I can tell you it was the beginning of a week in February 1980, and I was still seventeen. I can remember … Continue reading
I count the fingers on both hands; soon I’ll need some toes, Each is someone gone too young, cruel fucking cancer blows. Lights extinguished, curtains drawn on lives too sick to save, Brutal mortal dying breaths as death steals one … Continue reading
Rise. Four simple letters but when they are composed like so they become possessed of a potent force. You are impelled to rise, are you not? Did you feel it, how you just straightened your shoulders a tiny bit? This … Continue reading
Let’s face it, I’m a rubbish blogger – I’m much happier out with the camera, and that’s exactly as it should be. And it’s been a brilliant summer – some fabulous commissions and a really exciting new project in the … Continue reading
It’s been an odd few weeks…. I’ve been thinking about death. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about how I talk about it, and how I connect with myself and those around me in the presence of dying. And that leads … Continue reading
I thought I was done with this story, but it seems the story is not. I was interviewed on camera today at the RPS to talk about the inspiration for my Associateship panel and, in preparation, I’ve been revisiting the … Continue reading
When needs and worlds, ideals collide, and feelings roil and boil inside tis hard to know the truth of things, infernal fucking matterings… The second when the muttering is doublebarrelled suffering of loyalties and friendships broke – yet love prevails … Continue reading
We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering … Continue reading
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