The r̶a̶d̶i̶c̶a̶l̶ fundamental act of talking and listening. Hopefully the spaces I create allow everyone to be open, honest and authentic so that chats turn into interesting personal discoveries that might just lead to better understanding and positive social change.
Part of Antiuniversity Festival 2019, I brought together artists, the self employed and anyone who feels as though they work alone for bonding and discussions around self help, community and financial precarity. The workshop culminated in an office party. We wore hats.
Social Works?: Live, Manchester Met.
Made from red toffee during a live performance (a sweet that my now dead nan taught me to make), each subsequent melting twist and turn mimics the seven movements those little palm-wrigglling Christmas cracker Fortune Teller Fish project on to us but do not know themselves. Each fish's path is the same as the next in theory, but no life is born of the same mould...
Mind too work-focused to realise your body is freezing/starving/knackered? Then you definitely need a dram..
Uniting lone working, whisky drinking artists usually locked inside their own thoughts and studios, this sensory weekend workshop will use whisky as both medium and catalyst to renew your mind-body connection. Because an artist cannot exist as a head alone.
Greetings cards are universally understood as a way of celebrating specific occasions. But more often than not, it’s the occasion defying co/incidental moments that are the ones worth celebrating.
Participants shared their unique moments with me through an inmate 1-2-1 chat. We then collaboratively made a personal and be”spoke” card celebrating that remembered moment, the person themselves, and everything that brought us together right here and now.