Category Archives: Writing

OK, I admit this is kind of about one of my pet hates. I really can’t stand phone noise on public transport. It’s kind of my problem; I struggle with noise. If there’s a interrupting kind of noise from the overall ambience on a train, for example, I’ll instantly be unable to stop waiting forContinue reading “The evolution of public transport ambience; the 2000s to 2020s”

Why do I feel so guilty for writing something which isn’t linked into with a more broader critique of society and political strucutres? As I do. But the guilt of not making a political statement can often make you write things you don’t even enjoy writing yourself. My next big venture may be a wayContinue reading “I felt ‘Wrong’ for most of my life”

The last time I was here I didn’t own a smart phone. It was also the day before the Brexit Referendum, and before Pandemic-anxiety began to deeply mediate how we negotiated urban space.  But right now, I can’t yet touch base in this urban endlessness due to the disorientation caused by fighting off the intrudingContinue reading “London: 2022”

I’ve not been doing very well over the last year. Despite managing to keep making the work, I can’t locate a source of inner-well being. The atmosphere feels different since the initial optimism (what I’d say felt like a pause to capitalist-realist life) of those early months of 2020, when enough of the population wereContinue reading “Post-Covid psychological state.”

I don’t write as much as I used to, partly because of the mental battle to keep focus, when it is constantly at threat of being ‘stolen’, (to steal Johan Hari’s term). It’s also, partly because I get locked into an inner conflict about the validity of the point I’m about to make in thatContinue reading “The fear of speaking about the political causations of (your) mental distress”

Roughly 20 years to the day there was a news story that basically changed the way I saw the world. It was a story about an asteroid, that was given the name ‘2002 nt7’, being on a potential collision course with the earth. Bizarelly this was reported on the BBC children’s new program ‘Newsround’, with theContinue reading “NT7 2002 (I became ‘this’ artist)”

Mark Fisher took his own life this day five years ago. And it felt too emotional, to say that I’d never ever really met him. And I feel like a prick writing about it, because I have met friends of his, and I could see how much pain their loss gave them. However, Mark Fisher’sContinue reading “Mark Fisher”

14 years ago, I’d just turned 24 and left university. My art was, kind of, blossoming, and taking in many new approaches. As things progressed, the financial crash happened, and who knows how much these events change the course of our individual lives, but I feel it’s safe to say that I went one way,Continue reading “An overview of the last 14 years”

So here we are, at the end of the 2010s… Despite my ambivalence towards today being Christmas day (ambivalent to the point of having my heart and mind changed by future happenstance), dates have always held their symbolic sway. Perhaps, you could argue, too much. Nonetheless, we are about the leave the 2010s, and IContinue reading “Personal summary of the 2010s: it’s time to learn to live”