One ink drawing by Laura Morgans, one piece of writing by Tom Spooner, every day in October. Crabbing It may have been the first time I had been crabbing, I couldn’t be sure. The line, weight, and bucket of water by my...
Category - Observations
The neon sign on the white-washed wall of the Centrespace gallery burns bright with the question: ‘What am I doing here?’ It is a good question. What am I doing here? It’s rare nowadays that I summon enough energy to leave...
The thing is, I am in heaven right now. Well, I am not in heaven yet, but at the gates about to cross over. Looking in, I see records. Thousands upon thousands of records. In crates stacked on top of each other, six deep, ceiling...
I had to stop the shower early the spider I had spotted a couple of days previous was making his way, with the gait of a giant, across the ceiling, on his way to turn the power off, before his limbs slowed to stationary with...
The insects had been killed on the way to the miniature model village. Victims of circumstance, splatted upon the car windscreen by forces incomprehensible to them. It was raining now too. Pinhead domes, light-carriers from the...
There are two small boxes of china outside on a table. You know the type: chipped plates and cups with badly superglued handles, a piece of paper with ’50p each’ scrawled in felt tip pen. This is the only thing that...
I am taking out the rubbish. It is not a task I enjoy. There are several reasons for this. I do not like that moment when you jostle the contents of the bin bag so you can tie it and in so doing force a guff of rotten air up into...
It echoes around the concrete, bubbles up like a witch’s brew in a cauldron, spits out into the night like sausage fat. It is cruel. But it is genuine. The skater lies on the cold ground, holding his ankles. He is...
I have several animals in my zoo. There are big animals like giraffes, tigers, and pandas but also more modest ones like dogs and sheep. It is first and foremost an inclusive zoo. In order for an animal to be admitted to my zoo...
Today, I spent the morning lazing around in something of a fug, feeling the Internet slowly chew away at the best of me. Everyone is busy today except for me. There is nothing to do. The last huffs and puffs of a hurricane are...