Brussel sprouts, rotten fruit in a drawer, lederhosen kink. It seems the more creative an artist is, the more creative they are with their habits.
After decades of decay, a movement in Newcastle brought the town back to life. Now developers and the council have killed it again.
As we watch Zimbabwe tear itself apart, our extended history indicates that the worse things get, the better the art we produce becomes.
2017 has presented us something galling. While artists are being torn down, their work remains. So what are we to do? Allow me to propose the Kerouac rule. Death is in the air. Doesn’t matter what day it is, somebody’s breathing their final breath. The sun set on 2016 with a gravitational pull…