A poem by HARRY OWEN Hear: there is an opening Where rivers trickle, waters slow, Forgotten, far-flung, fringing wood. A slender isolation glows. Within that..
ANISHA MULLER’s experimental project using family photographs to explore ideas of different generations, family stories and my own perspective of them. CategoriesAnisha Müller Look Our..
In his poem ANTONIO SECCOMANDI takes inspiration from the symbolism of the Ovidian myth of Actaeon’s metamorphosis to explore the relationship between science and mankind...
NATHALIE HOLLIS has done some more drawing – and this time it’s of birdies. For Nathalie’s fishes click HERE CategoriesLook Nathalie Hollis Our Showcase