Dance

I hopped onto the bus the other day for a short ride across town. I was out of prepaid tickets on my T10 but I had a grubby, crumpled tenner in my wallet and knowing that by law the driver is obliged to give you change for anything up to twenty Euros I assumed I’d […]

Exposé II

I draw. I have always done so. With time, the knights and castles of my childhood made way for other, more ambitious efforts. Drawing became a tool, an exercise in observation. Its aim became an attempt to convey the essence of a moment. It taught me to notice negative space, that place where apparently there […]

Couchpotatos

Flicker, We flicker. Back and forth we bounce Between box and couch. Broken smudges, We beam in cosy, collective solitude As my mind Takes you By storm.

On humanity

Cristina and I drove into El Port de la Selva late afternoon looking for a place to have some lunch. At the place that we tried first – a nice place on the first floor of the building and with a long terrace facing the harbour – they told us quite nicely that the kitchen […]

La Fosca

“Fosco” in Portuguese means something dark, or opaque…perhaps louche. I don’t pretend to know its exact meaning in Catalan but I believe it invokes something similar however You – my Catalans – might want to correct me on that point. La Fosca is a parish of the town of Palamós, in the province of Gerona […]

Caveat emptor: a short story

“Do you remember my ex?” he asked. “Yes…” “Well yours is just like her….except on steroids.”

On our potential

Cristina, Hubert and I were driving down to a weekend birthday celebration in the Penedès in January of 2016. From Barcelona, where we had to go wasn’t a far drive and it can’t have taken more than an hour but as I drove the three of us chatted away quite happily about all and sundry. […]

Sketch: Thievery

It was the autumn of 1992 and this was my second year at The Bartlett. Lucia, Oliver, Cathy and I shared a ground-floor flat on Fulham Road, perhaps a hundred yards on from The Black Bull and just shy of the railway bridge before you get to Chelsea FC’s Stamford Bridge stadium on the right […]

Short Sketch or a Momentary Lapse of Reason

The One to the Other: “Do you see that structure amongst the trees with a dome on top of it? Well that is the Barcelona Observatory.” The Other to the One: Ahhhh…ok…(pause)… And what exactly are they observing from there? The birds?

Colours

I’m not competing with anyone when it comes to David Bowie. In fact it has been a while since I came to the realization that nothing we think we have belongs to us anyway; we are just temporary custodians of aspects of the material and immaterial world around us. It is absurd to think of […]

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