I was in Camden this morning averting a rent crisis (by depositing large amounts of borrowed cash in my current account; but it's okay, I have a big cheque that will clear before the end of the week) and I decided to get the bus home. I've used buses far more than the tube since I moved, but Seven Sisters from Camden was a mystery. So I looked at ( Read more... )

When I got into work this morning I knew how this entry would begin. The first sentence was going to be There is a kind of wildness in me. A freshness, fierce and fleet of wing. I stayed in London last night and adventurously commuted to work from Kings Cross, on the Cambridge stopping service that wanders through fields and past small, misty, ( Read more... )

On Friday I asked my parents to bring up one of my school art folders so I could start scanning my old projects. Unfortunately the folder they chose contained very little - mostly materials for screen printing, test prints, laminates, various computer print outs of text bases. However, it did have a couple of nice pieces, including the official ( Read more... )