Tag: brotherly love

10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family

It made a change to have a Christmas card making session at the Write Out Loud and I wasn’t initially too fussed about it. I felt like I would’ve preferred to be writing but unexpectedly it gave me a pleasant surprise, and that was the conversations that took place between us that just wouldn’t have… Continue reading 10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family

write out loud

I’ve recently joined a bereavement writing group. Each week part of the session is spent writing in silence for 20 minutes thoughts feelings  and sometimes tears penned onto paper, all initiated by a prompt. I thought I might share what I wrote two weeks ago What has Write Out Loud done for me?  As I… Continue reading write out loud

the challenges of a writer’s retreat

Sunday 1st DecemberI woke up this morning around 7am. I was hoping to sleep later considering I was back in the familiar marshmallow that is my own bed. Thinking that perhaps 7am was just my body’s preference for starting the day I consigned myself to accepting the fact. Snuggled within my warm feather duvet I… Continue reading the challenges of a writer’s retreat

where to turn next?

Two intense weeks, an average of 11,000 steps a day walking the route, acquainting myself with all 74 of the bus stops, hundreds of photos taken and a healthy handful of interviews obtained, I have a lot to gather and collate!  There’s also the reflecting on what has shined through bright in this past fortnight… Continue reading where to turn next?

my love letter to the 24 bus route

Not long after making the decision to create a self-directed residency based around the 24 bus route, an opportunity came to me in the form of a competition, a competition that was totally aligned with what I would be exploring – my existence though the 24 bus route. The competition with Letters Live was framed… Continue reading my love letter to the 24 bus route

leading lights. an almost silent story

from Hastings to the caravan park to St Leonards to London to me. the lights are leading the way. I’ve arrived. and I’m all settled in at my new home for the next two weeks. my first every artist residency. here I come. glowing.

you see I have this repetitive call inside of me to map

It may be absolutely wet and wild out there, kinda batten down the hatches type of weather but I feel so excited and so ready for this day, a day that has been in the planning for months now. You see I’m about to begin a two week self-directed artist residency based in Pimlico, London,… Continue reading you see I have this repetitive call inside of me to map

a story of reconnecting with my inner child

For as long as I can remember I’ve been carrying around with me this invisible wall that I seem to be perfected in the art of erecting, right in my path, anytime I get too close to the wire in sharing my artwork. You might think that sounds absurd considering there’s a lot of it… Continue reading a story of reconnecting with my inner child