The Spatial Memory of a Sightless Painter

"It must be frustrating not to see what you paint. Perhaps you could draw marks by cutting or piercing so you can feel the line," I suggest.
"I know exactly where everything is in my painting," she replies and makes a precise and obscene mark on the canvas to prove it.

Intruders In My Garden

"Did you ever get intruded, Miss Webb?" I ask my primary school head mistress. "No, " she answers, "This glass slipper has always protected me."
(It doesn't work for me unfortunately.)

On the Wrong Train in Poland

I can't remember where I am supposed to be going. I am at the mercy of two lads who speak a little English. I am sure they are taking the piss.

American Port Receives Plundered Goods

A sack of words and letters stolen from foreign burnt books is lowered into the dock.

Meeting 33 year old Andy Warhol

"I like what you do," says Andy, looking at something I'm embarrassed by. He tells me he is 50.
I don't believe him but I know he never lies.

Everybody Hates Pigeons

A specially designed bird house for pigeons only. With two floors, wide doorways, and separate side entrance.

Terrorists From Outer Space

Aliens are driving hostages through rugged terrain. They don't seem as threatening as human beings.

Pig is Slaughtered in Shropshire...

....At the same time Penny and I are looking at antique jewelry in Notting Hill Gate and a terrorist bomb goes off at Liverpool Street Station.

Old Necklace Found in the River Effra

In the mud of the old river I find two tiny plastic figures - a shepherd and shepherdess on a silver chain.

Primary School Lesson

I am teaching kids who are just one year younger than me. They are all keen to learn the names of the latest weapons.

The Quiet Voices on the Internet

From every kind of background, from all over the world, a line of people wearing burkhas step forward to speak. One by one they make the same demand,
"PEACE. PLEASE. Stop the Violence".

Gordon Brown Storms Out of an Encounter Group in Tears

He had insisted that we should not discuss his personal wealth despite his squandering public money.
John Prescott hides his face under a nylon negligee.

An Ever Shifting Wave of Cows' Heads

From the dusty bowels of the conference centre, I look through a window and see a row of cow heads rising and falling like a tide. What are they attached to? There is no room for their bodies.
Are they alive?
Why are they not still?

Too Hot

H and I are curled up inside a saucepan on the gas stove. It's not a good place to be.''

The Metal Spine

The deep ridge in H's back creates a 3" opening revealing a brass spine built like an elaborate piston.

The Door Leading Nowhere

Sal, another woman and I want to leave this huge old building with its narrow corridors and confusing doors. It is all very familiar to me and am sure I can find the way out. We end up walking in circles.

How Did We Kill This Dog?

Did we shoot it? I think it belonged to two skinheads who attacked us. Us being two Turkish youths. In this scene , the Turks and the skinheads become merged, equally fearful of each other.

An Uncomfortable Opening to my Show

In my nervousness I have lost everything- my purse, my computer, my camera and my clothes. I run around in my Y-fronts avoiding long lost successful friends.

Hostage Makes TV Appeal

Johnathan weeps as he sees his sister pleading for her life . It all seems very unreal. I wish he would stop being so melodramatic - I am sure she is only play acting.

New 3P Stamp Marks Enforced Mass Migration

Huddled Group Cowers in Built-Up Carpark