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Sign o’ the Times
i What not only feels like, but really was, a different time, Prince sang of a man dying of a big disease with a little name. This was 1986. The year after, in 1987, the US registered a bit over 13000 deaths from complications related to HIV/AIDS. In the US, the HIV/AIDS epidemic peaked in
Blended – walking art exhibition
Blended is a Walking Art exhibition on 23rd-25th October 2026 at Granton:Hub, Madelvic House, Granton Park Avenue, Edinburgh, EH5 1HS. ‘Blended’ will be a Walking Art exhibition of mixed media work made in Granton, inspired by the local history of the area. It will include ‘The Granton Burn’ a stitched banner (currently hanging at Riddles … Continue reading Blended – walking art exhibition
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Embracing the Unbalance: Solitude, support, and making art on an 84-day walk around Iceland
I recently came back from the longest walk I have ever taken in my life. The longest in terms of days, kilometres, and nights spent camping. It took me about three weeks just to cool down, and slowly return to my normal life.That was one month ago, and I am still recovering. This article could
The Blackpool of the West (A Tale of Two Bridges Or Two Bridges and a Tunnel)
The Blackpool of the West It’s so close to the endless edgelands of Avonmouth, That warehouse-dystopian modernity, Where no-one seems to manufacture anything, Just store stuff, move stuff or exchange stuff, And then choose a café for a coffee and a cro...
The Poetics of the walking images
Walking through places generates mental images we carry with us: glimpses of where we were and what we did. But can we be sure of that? Think of the image you carry of a place you’ve walked: its colours, how it unfolded, its texture, its sound. Always slipping, always being remade, but it’s perhaps in this very impossibility of holding it still that the poetics of walking lies. For almost 20 years, artist Yannis Ziogas has curated Visual Marches to Prespes, a nomadic project re-exploring the area tri-bordering Greece, Albania and North Macedonia. Here, walking art goes beyond the object to become ‘a locus in which places, ideas and images’ come alive through the embodied experience of walkers. This contribution looks back at photographs gathered along this journey, and on how they resist fixity; never settled, never still, always in the process of finding their form.
Where do smells go?
It's earthy and sweet, I’d probably say if someone insisted that I describe the smell of Bhubaneswar. Over the course of returning to the city, again and again, I have tried to deduce the components of this tangible yet elusive smell, much like how I reconstruct the ingredients and recipe of a dish I’m tasting for the first time. A handful of coconut trees, a dash of the not-too-far-away and not-too-close-by sea, a sprinkling of the melancholic gangasiuli, a smattering of lush and partly trampled undergrowth, and mildew according to taste. And the main ingredient—generous dollops of red laterite soil, colloquially known as mankada mati, lit. monkey soil, possibly a reference to the bright red colour of rhesus monkeys’ bottoms! This essay traces loss and longing through the smellscape of a city in the course of imagining and remembering it through memories and of traversing it through its transformations.… Continue reading Where do smells go? →
Beaver Safari
A despatch from our story-writer-in-residence Penny Walker. 8th September 2026, Paradise Fields, Ealing, half a mile. It has been raining hard all morning and into the afternoon, but now we are at the gate, in the early evening, the sun is out. We wear our sensible footwear, raincoats, some of us have binoculars. In this small
