Things Disappear

Listening to radio an interviewer ask their interviewee "describe the experience for the listener". Description is all the listener needs, imagination does the rest. "well..." come's the reply "its just too beautiful for words". The answer makes me want to rip out the interviewees tongue and slap them with it. Read more [...]

Consequences

I am travelling through the sea at night and I am not sure which sea it is. I am in the Arctic, so it could be the Arctic sea. I have travelled across the world to be here but I am not sure which countries I have passed. I have no idea which hemisphere I am in. I think I am in the southern hemisphere but I am not sure. I can find out but at time of writing I am not sure. I don’t know what time it is. Read more [...]

Iceland

Shit. I am in Iceland, with photographers, painters, composers, lyricists, musicians and scientists. We are all travelling en route to the Arctic to experience Climate Change. Fifty percent of us know exactly why they are here. They have projects to work on and numbers to crunch. And the other fifty percent? Guess which one I am in? But am I missing something, it’s climate and it’s changing. Don’t we experience climate change wherever we are: Paris, New York or London. Nature is by virtue, everywhere, so why the Arctic and why artists? Read more [...]