Let MindSong sing…

Sometimes we don’t know where we are going, until we get there… I’m convinced someone highly influential has already uttered those prophetic words; if not, then somebody really should have. The very start of this enterprise, this mission, wasn’t anything tangible, it didn’t even really have any physical shape. It just had a story. ButContinue reading “Let MindSong sing…”

How neuroscientists drink tea…

I hate science: well that’s what I would have spouted, hands on hip, blinking my fringe out of my eyes, aged 13. I was so disenchanted with all things Bunsen burner and periodic tables that I acquired a spectacular ‘unclassified’ result in my O’levels (giving away my age there) It’s therefore slightly surreal, uplifting andContinue reading “How neuroscientists drink tea…”

Shake hands…

So, it was rude of me to leave you dangling, so let me introduce you to Talking to Lampposts properly. What is it? Well, I keep calling it an exhibition; but it is so much more than that; it’s an experience, an affecting encounter. You can’t just breeze through this show without a commitment, aContinue reading “Shake hands…”