Holding hands in the museum
Living in busy London where I don’t even know my neighbours’ faces, let alone their names, I have never thought I was lonely. Yet, the kindness I felt in the facilitators’ willingness to extend this gesture of intimacy, to hold hands with the general public, was novel to me.
Notes on growth
Thoughts about what it means to grow, inspired by my dad and the work of Jyll Bradley.
Starting with a flight into Dublin and ending with monoculture farming, this piece looks at the usefulness of categorisation as a way of understanding the world and its inhabitants. Influenced by the work of Lina Iris Viktor and ideas from Emma Dabiri.
Hairy on the Inside
A personal reflection on Lindsey Mendick at Cooke Latham Gallery, PCOS and me.