She's mine

meet delores, 39, beautiful, roomy, unpredictable.

Herbarium delving

The winding stairwell to the hermit's tower in Manchester Museum's Herbarium, where head Botanist Leander Wolfensholm gave the members of the 'made' collective a uniquely insightful tour of the vast Victorian collection of plant specimens. We are planning to create a collaborative piece based on some of the themes brought about by the underused archive.

Manchester City Library Closure

Last Friday 19th March I attended the public closure of the Manchester City Library, which will be under renovation until 2013. It was a moving evening and I felt like I was a part of the heartbeat of this city. I was asked to do a reading in the beautiful circular main hall. I read, wobbly voiced, lump in throat in the acoustically challenging space, in hope of representing some of the thoughts of the wonderful library staff I had talked to about the closure.

I hope to make a publication from the photographs and words I've collected.

Wish you were here in Hong Kong

My 'wish you were here' series of letterpress printed postcards has taken flight to Hong Kong for a group exhibition at the Para/Site Gallery, entitled 'Fugue in the key of Understanding',  after being spotted at the Bristol Artist's Book Event (BABE). The work was created during train journeys between London and Manchester, each 'wish you were here' ending with a yearning plea to a lover. The limited edition sentiments will now no longer be available to purchase in the UK and only available through the gallery for the duration of the exhibition. Farewell to a love lost.

sunlight dance

A new light to dance to, bathe in, relish. I spy Spring.

security

and with the beauty comes the pain. Burgled in the dead of night. No photos for the foreseeable. Shame.

Springtime signs

A Sunday in Fletcher Moss park bathed in late winter sunshine is as good as it gets. Accompanied by gentle conversation a doctor seuss tree picnic pineapple a vintage cashmere sweater and a bicycle boundary-less line.

nabokov

I thought I'd passed the threshold. Lo-li-ta read aloud just as I could see the finish line. Racing to meet the ribbon greet my waist I stumbled, tripping back into dangerous ground. She recovered me, fed, watered, coldly reminded me to sprint on. Run rabbit run.

A truck full of unanswered emails

With 100 unanswered emails marked urgent I take a tip from the School of Life on Perspective.