Daydreaming with the Night
Exploring Louise Beer's latest body of work – Earth, a Cosmic Spectacle – and thinking about how to reconnect with the stars above.
A Love Letter to the Middle Child
What do middle children and middle-aged artists have in common?
The Alchemist
A short story about art lessons at school and learning to love the colour brown.
Speculative Writing as Art Interpretation
An exploration of what might happen if museums loosened their grasp on 'the facts' and embraced speculation, emotion and plurality.
On Queering Minimalism
A semi-fictional text on Jyll Bradley’s photographic self-portraits and her minimalism sculpture. Published for the exhibition Within a Budding Grove at Pi Artworks.
Holding Hands in the Museum
Living in busy London where I don’t even know my neighbours’ faces, I have never thought I was lonely. And yet, the kindness I felt in the facilitators’ willingness to extend this gesture of intimacy was novel to me.
Notes on Growth
Reflections on what it means to grow something, inspired by my dad and the work of Jyll Bradley.
Mapping Identities
Looking at the usefulness of categorisation as a way of understanding the world and its inhabitants, by way of Lina Iris Viktor, Octavia Butler, Emma Dabiri and David Attenborough.
Dancing in the Museum
Thoughts about surveillance in museums and how we might all have a bit more fun if we could escape that feeling of being watched.
Hairy on the Inside
A personal reflection on Lindsey Mendick at Cooke Latham Gallery, PCOS and me.
The Gee's Bend Quiltmakers
Thoughts about quilts, about my nana, and why we should value art and objects that show signs of wear.
How did the African collection end up in the basement?
After twenty years in the British Museum’s basement, Africa is due to be given greater prominence by a new initiative announced this month. But how did the African collection end up underground in the first place?
Ghosts in the Museum
A tour around a Bristol landmark revealed some ghosts that had been haunting the city all along.
Fried Yam in the Museum
I had long considered my dad to be a ‘poor communicator’, but reading Things Fall Apart made me reconsider what I want from communication in museums and in life.