It is 6:16 am, and I am writing on the morning of my last day in Feutersoey and at Open Spaces. Having been to bed barely 2 hours before, I am amazed that I am lucid enough to write, equipped only with a cup of hot peppermint tea. I would’ve slept longer, but with the...
Pulling it all together in time for the opening of the Open Spaces final exhibition was a bit like pulling teeth, and hair and fingernails. The other artists had their acts together, but somehow, I was still waffling and rethinking (over-thinking, really) and...
The last few days, and nights, have been really cold. The last few mornings, off and on, it’s been snowing — some mornings harder than others. Sometimes the snow lingers, other times, you blink, and it’s gone. As I approach the Open Spaces residency deadline of 15...
Four years before the first English people set short-lived foot on Grenada (near Megrin in present day Saint David), Guy ‘Guido’ Fawkes was caught red-handed with umpteen barrels of gunpowder, in a cellar underneath the English Parliament building. He was part of the...
