L'art, l'art, l'art. Que dire de l'art. C'est un monde, une vision, une vie, une philosophie, une passion, une souffrance, une prison,...

I always hated when she spoke to me like that; as if my sheer existence was invalid, my emotions unworthy. It was a type of knowing...

Something that has fascinated me when it comes to communication is when someone is at a loss for words. Those few short moments, whether...

So often we try to tame life into boxes of clarity by coaxing it into a cage of linearity and despairing when it roars ragingly to the...

Dear Reader, As a child I observed my civilised teachers flutter around the classroom, and I watched politicians diplomatically...

With whose stolen pen is it my hand writes? On my page, where art and theft lie so blurred: From an unlived life, rich with unseen...

Your bed fails Your reality melts You freeze You can only look down The tame tempered person you once were replaced by a blind,...

There is a rigid tugging. The metamorphis must arise, Soon we must emerge, ennobled, Out the swaddling of our homes. Liberation awaits us...

When meandering artfully around the Andy Warhol exhibition at the Tate Modern the other day I came across a remarkable phrase in which...

Confined to our homes we wade in liquid time. Its brackish tides lap at our limbs and refresh our egos, though we’ve never a drop to...

Empathy has always appeared to be the last barrier between man and machine. But what change will Big Data make? Relationships are...

A virtual visit to Burgundy (London EC2V 7AY) I am sure I am not alone in having abandoned any thoughts of travel this year but there are...

PREFACE: This is going to be a difficult read. It is going to be incredibly personal. It is going to be a long, stream of consciousness,...

The feeling in the air The warmth around me The smell of freedom Where will you take me? When will the sun stop shining When will the...