The Florida Project – like rhubarb and custard

This film is like eating a bowl of rhubarb and custard. It's all from the kid's eye view of Moonie and her pals and it's this perspective that gives it joy, wonder and hope. So why does it make me think of rhubarb and custard? Because it reminds me of the best of school days... Continue Reading →

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Stronger: preview screening

Hold tight. Brace yourself. You're going to live every moment of this two hour battle. Your neck's going to be tense, your back's going to be tense, you're going to have your hands over your eyes - a lot. Phew, it is stressful, raw, real, gritty. This is one man's story of surviving the Boston... Continue Reading →

He walks

The tall man walks. He walks through the village. He doesn't live there but he walks there. Every day he walks there. His face is tanned. It is wrinkled and leathery - he must smoke or have smoked. The lines show the inhalations - one after another, after another. His eyes have squinted hundreds of... Continue Reading →

Spinning into mindfulness. Literally

Push, push, puuuuuuuush. (for the record I'm not in labour). If your legs aren't burning, if you're not crying then you need to turn it up. Upppppppp. Puuuuush. You won't get fitter unless it hurts. It needs to huuuuuuurt. Huuuuuuuuurt. I'm sweating. If I move at all then my sweat flicks onto fellow spinners in... Continue Reading →

The day I mugged my mother

My mother couldn't be more unconventional. However, she has recently proclaimed that she wants to be "less conventional". This is an impossible task. We recently took a little early evening train journey to visit her cousin Donny who was visiting for two days from Rome. All trips with my mother can be quite fraught - but... Continue Reading →

Eight values of art

This is my first proper art lesson with Colin (find out who Colin is here). Well actually it's my second. In the first one we discussed so many things so quickly and so excitedly that we didn't properly track what we were learning. But that first hour I spent with Colin was magic. I learnt... Continue Reading →

Grayson teaches me that art makes meaning

I wouldn't have sought this book out. Partly because I'd never heard about it and partly because I would have thought it would be rather shouty-flouty-fancy-arty. You know what I mean...SHOUTY and ARTY and sort of rather flouncy and fancy. With words I don't understand - or can barely pronounce. But bought it I did. Playing... Continue Reading →

Flow: the nirvana of everyday life 

We are all searching. Fundamentally we're searching for our role in the world. What am I here for? It can't be what I'm currently doing at this second- wondering what the hype is about Ed Sheehan (new album released today - do I quite like it, is it as good as everyone's saying...). I can't... Continue Reading →

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