by | | Writing, writing for the hell of it
I am reading this and it is difficult but also rewarding. I am reading it because I am photographing other TRAs, creating portraits and having discussions about the experience of transracially adoptive/fostered lives. I am not investigating tracing or tales of...
by | | stuff that matters, Writing, writing for the hell of it
I went to a talk between Lubaina Himid and Paul Goodwin at the Whitechapel Gallery last week. They discussed three exhibitions she had worked with in the 1980s: Five Black Women at the Africa Centre (1983), Black Women Time Now at Battersea Arts Centre (1983-4) and...
by | | writing for the hell of it
I am not sure how many times I crossed the various borders in and out of Slovakia but most of the time it seemed to have been in the winter. What I do remember is the border guards attempting to destroy my old school British Passport twisting it hin and yonder in an...