Fake Blood, Real Medics.

Three people trapped in cars crushed by a tractor. Traumatised walking wounded. Fire crews applying the jaws of life, paramedics triaging the wounded as people scream in the background. As you may have guessed from my rather offhand treatment of a serious topic, I was attending a simulated incident.

As One Door Closes – Moving On Up In Postgrad Education.

The images, opinions and occasional ravings of an MA Fine Art Student Arts PHD Candidate. Keen readers of this little book of diatribes, may have noticed a change to the tagline (those who haven’t, please see above). The reason for that is fairly self explanatory, all the same it might be time for a bit … Continue reading As One Door Closes – Moving On Up In Postgrad Education.

Exhibitions And The Fine Art Of Curation Anxiety.

There’s an interesting assortment of reactions and gut instinct that kick in as we get toward exhibition time (2 weeks away and change).  First there’s the collision of art with reality. Being a photographer (read alchemist) my work occupies a nether world of megabytes and 35mm film until I perform the rituals to turn it … Continue reading Exhibitions And The Fine Art Of Curation Anxiety.