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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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What with one thing and another, the Prado is mainly warehouse of paintings of people doing shit things to each other in the name of various deities, though mostly the christian one. That has never stopped me from visiting those kinds of places and I was hugely...
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I write about work in progress, the work of other people and the occaisional random rant. The categories broadly link some themes as does the tag cloud.