skywritings

When I last saw G, my neighbour in Western Australia, he was in his early eighties. A delightful, sensitive man who had once been an enginee...

‘Say weather take this adult from its box’ (Robertson 2001:14) In those art practices that most engage me, there is always weather. An env...

eleven songs for the hydrogen jukebox ‘everything, even the explosions in the distances might stay as long as they were to no purp...

‘If I could catch the feeling I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world …’ (Virginia Woolf) At times like this, when so m...