Don’t Try to Censor Me

Sitting in literal granny pants, wearing a knitted breast bra, and looking like Botticelli’s Venus.. this was Private V Public in her public performance ‘Censorship’. The unintentional centrepiece of the Multi Exhibition in the Matthew Entrance Gallery, an exhibition she facilitated and co-curated, the performance involved the final year student inviting participants in to have... Continue Reading →

Inheritance

My mother told me, “Never shave the hairs on your legs,” when those hairs were the faintest fur of my girlhood. “More will grow back, and darker too,” she warned me. She knew, she’d been there, and she was annoyingly accurate. More parts of me have started to resemble parts of her. Even if I... Continue Reading →

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