This week, in spite of clearing my throat, I don’t yet feel like I’ve found my voice. As yesterday’s post testifies, my librarian – old Loosh, Minus, Mr Feddle, whatever you want to call him – is so often in a rush to get these daily missives out there, that he doesn’t represent me or […]
Today’s post is like that moment in Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape when Krapp eats a banana and, several minutes later, slips on the peel he left on the floor. But in place of Krapp, we want you to imagine Trump, and for the banana, a gun. Maybe Banksy can help us visualize this: Arming teachers, […]
This is my last Sunday of ‘Minus Plato Today’ and, typically, it is the hardest day to squeeze in a post. As with today, I usually have less than an hour to write, and so I often post something suggestive and less fleshed-out than on other days. While many Minus Plato posts are the result […]
Today I celebrated International Women’s Day by taking part in artist Melissa Vogley Woods’ first drop-in workshop at the Riffe Gallery. Anyone familiar with Melissa’s work, from her videos (e.g Boxed) or her paintings (e.g. Consequences), would instantly know that these workshops would be messy, tantalizing, thoughtful and inspirational. Planned in coordination with the exhibition […]