Arts and Creative

How many times are we Goin’ to the chapel in the churchyard Mr. Kierkegaard?

I’m entranced by these women successively rising from the molten earth, like a ghostly dance, ripening into the cracked chestnut…

A word that brings comfort, an overwhelming sense of home.

When the misconception that ‘more choices will mean more freedom’ starts to develop in a culture, it ends up putting…

How much bleach do you think we need to scrub the sky?

Revere my lamp; it can only communicate so much when it’s on, but I’ve wired it to suggest: I’m home.

jump in pond

After constant cover of rain, the sun was meant to shine on the 24th of February, at the “Mejor Sola…

My feminism doesn’t blame just men. No, I’m not programmed to criticise anything that doesn’t have a vagina.

The exhibition opening at the Broad, Shirin Neshat: I Will Greet the Sun Again, will be a chronological display of…