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We're creating, discovering and celebrating art and artists that delight, astound and inspire. We're a collective of artists, creatives and writers open to connecting and collaborating with you so dive in and let's create.

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Interviews ⸱ Graham Thomas

Interview: Chiemi Haraguchi, artist

I think art is how our inner self comes out to the physical world. Treat them with lots of love and compassion. And enjoy the process. It’s beautiful.
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Interviews ⸱ Luke Searle

The Big Interview - Adam Casey, model maker - Part 3/3

And so, we come to the Part 3, the final part, in our epic chat with model maker and book nook maestro Adam Casey. If you haven't already check out Parts 1 and 2 and then rush back for the conclusion... The Big Interview - Adam Casey, model-maker
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Write Speak Recover ⸱ Tim Foley

Write Speak Recover: Rick McLean

At first look and listen Rick and his brand of performance poetry might seem a bit ballsy and belligerent. Righteous, chip paper written rants on the state of society. Scratch the surface though and you'll find a sensitive sage, a watcher, a man who sees through the surfaces
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Poetry ⸱ Siobhan Cawson Mooney

One Hand is Plenty

One hand is plenty to hold your crumpled spirit to soothe your troubled brow to embrace the one you love completely. One hand is all you need to greet and bid farewell to let the world know this time you’re waving not drowning Tags Module Loading... Siobhan Cawson-Mooney is
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Interviews ⸱ Graham Thomas

Interview: Robert Monk, poet

Robert Monk - poet, artist, performer, storyteller. Robert came to us through our submission path. An artist in from the cold. We hoped on the phone for a chat, despite living in the same city (the curse of the stacked modern diary!) And we had an immediate rapport. Robert was
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Poetry ⸱ Siobhan Cawson Mooney

The Totem

The Totem We travelled many miles you and I rolled up in the stiff cloth of London’s arthritic winter tumbling into the late-Saharan harmattan sun-shrouded-Accra at dawn. We saw fruit bats coming home to roost stomach’s bulging all drunken chatter You liberated from beneath that vast continent of
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