I have a burning question, and no idea who to ask it to, nor how to find them. Dear internet, perhaps you do? It is this: do we live in a gradient reality? Though a storyteller now, I was introduced to the paradox of Euclid and Ryman geometry while at school, to the implied presenceContinue reading “Do we live in a gradient reality?”
Tag Archives: Philosophy
Perception and Beauty – what is objective?
I am intrigued that since moving to London in September a number of (normally very brusque and honest) friends and family have told me how well I look, how pretty. How beautiful. Vanity aside, the phenomena is interesting. I do not believe much has changed in the past year in regards physical appearance- my hair,Continue reading “Perception and Beauty – what is objective?”
The Garden My Visions
I have nothing to say today, nothing is flowing: too much to do, too full of unknowing. A buzz in the air as roses still thrive; a breath of a moment. Of being alive. Yet wind in the trees speak of stories to come. Of whistles and whirrings and comets. Yes one. Implosions of hopeContinue reading “The Garden My Visions”
Contemplating Poster Design (In The Stones)
Now in the midst of frantically creating the new poster design for ‘In The Stones’. Funny how theoretical a project can be for 18 months, and then within the space of a phone call it is hardened into performance dates. The poster design is fun, stressful, always a rush job and always feels pre-emptive. AlwaysContinue reading “Contemplating Poster Design (In The Stones)”
‘Hamnet’ and the Ethics of Creative Biography
*contains minor spoilers for Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell. I finished ‘Hamnet’ by Maggie O’Farrell two days ago. I’m late to this party, and very nearly missed the boat due to that self important streak of anarchism that insists on refusing the recommended. It is very good: O’Farrell has the gift of Word Painting. A worldContinue reading “‘Hamnet’ and the Ethics of Creative Biography”
Letting Go
We’re in the middle of the conversations surrounding the transformation of Troubadour into a charity. It’s going well (fingers crossed). But yesterday…