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…”

A sidelong glance

I’m not sure if I had any idea of the world around me, not really; and I am talking literally here. I have been missing out on a secret garden, a whole series of scenes and stories. Amazingly this fringe world has been playing out in my peripheral vision without me ever knowing it. I onlyContinue reading “A sidelong glance”

White eyed

I recall a sunny day in 1979, so bright and luminous it literally hurt my eyes. We’d ventured out as a family to a local farm for what looked like an impromptu summer fair. Several fathers were lobbing wellies as far as their soft stomachs would allow them, flexing their arms warily afterwards as theyContinue reading “White eyed”