skywritings

“In the bedroom, laying, looking up, I watched as the sea moved in from one corner of the ceiling gradually filling the frame. A mo...

In a café off Via della Libert à , looking through a folder of images that have haunted me for years, taken by two of the great chr...

For the past couple of months, in the gaps in teaching, I've been working again with Lone Twin Theatre on The Festival , the...

‘The work of hope: notes on Daniel Hit By A Train ' ‘Health to you, and don’t forget that flowers, like hope, are harvested’ Subcommanda...

In recent years, I have worked as a dramaturg with old friends Gregg Whelan, Gary Winters and their company Lone Twin Theatre, on the creat...

An overcast Saturday morning in October. At home in rural Devon, with a cup of tea in hand, a fire alight, today’s newspaper scattered on th...