by admin | Apr 8, 2018 | Writing
I get this quite a bit. Never from Somalis, they have a habit of going oh yeah, you got this or that and point to things about my face that they have. One woman once and grinning broadly grabbed me by the chin and rubbed the top of my forehead and said what else could...
by admin | Apr 7, 2018 | Writing
In February this year I was invited to give workshops as part of the Dhaka Art Summit and for the British Council at The Bistaar Arts Complex. The plan was to be part of a team delivering four workshops during the summit, plus another workshop in Chittagong. I went...
by admin | Jan 11, 2018 | Writing
So last night I sat down to watch Kiri. Early on, very early on, a young girl who is about to be transracially adopted is being taken to see her grandparents on an unsupervised visit by her kind of empathetic but clearly signposted as problematic, social worker. The...
by admin | Oct 26, 2017 | Writing
I love this dress. I’m not sure quite how I got it, but at some point in the early 80s my mother finally despaired of ever fitting into a slew of my grandma’s 1950s designer frocks from Isabel of Birmingham and handed them over to me. They were all...
by admin | Oct 23, 2017 | Writing
Two of my friends lived in buildings that were rented out at ‘affordable’ rents to artists. They have been moved on. I visited them both on or around the last days they were there. In Warren House, Michael found it unnerving to be one of the last people...