A quick intro: I’ve been writing secretly for a while. Not feeling brave enough or worthy enough to share what I’ve written. I’m trying to rectify this by sharing some of my back catalogue and mixing it up with some new writing as a way… Read More
Make a sculpture with things from your recycling bin. I decided that I needed to be allowed to use glue, tape and scissors too (though I might repeat this challenge without those things…) I used: a teabag box, some newspaper, label from the lid off… Read More
I missed the start of the #64millionartists January challenge because I unplugged over Christmas. Which was lovely. But when I returned I saw that a good friend had taken up the challenge through her blog. There was quite a lot going on for me at… Read More
The week is all yours to work on new ideas, develop old ones and be inspired by the scenery. There are no rules or constraints… An invitation to join an artists retreat in Cornwall. We’d be camping, with caravans and tents as work spaces in… Read More
Monday Arriving as the rain stopped. Putting up tents and hello’s. Nervous butterflies and the grip of imposter syndrome. Committing to a midnight performance with Ben within the first 5 minutes of our first ever conversation. Being presented with an enamel mug and invited to decorate… Read More
She knew that time was running out. By spring she would not blossom, or grow fat or freckly in next summer’s sun. So before the ground froze too hard she began to dig. In a sheltered spot beneath a sycamore tree she dug down, through… Read More
One bookshop, four performers and a lot of laughing. Let loose in the (now very sadly closed) LXV Books on Roman Road we spent a glorious afternoon riffing and improvising in the treasure trove of books. One game involved an interviewer approaching one of the performers… Read More
A 24 hour playdate with the lovely Likely Story crew exploring the idea of Home – something I’d been really interested in for ages. Having moved every six months for pretty much all of my twenties, I had spent a lot of time trying to… Read More
Grief sneaks up like a tiger Pounces Claws tight around my throat
Anne Langford 