Iggy and QOTSA were the saviours of an otherwise shambolic event.
We took my mobility scooter to Brighton Racecourse for an Orbital gig, and…WOW!
Sometimes I see a collection that truly makes me stop in my tracks. My heart soars and my spirits are lifted as the shoes, clothes or bags I see before me embrace fun, transcend fashion and forgo practicality to flip lightly up into the realm of utterly breathtaking.
I inhale the items on the screen before me, image by image, angle upon angle, sucking up the details, marveling at the design, exhaling deeply at the astronomic prices. I expect it’s easier to have artistic integrity when your product retails at the price of a family holiday, but I don’t think about that.
Instead, I think about art for art’s sake, about creativity as a form of self-expression, about having a tangible result of your experience and endeavour. And then I imagine the emotion of holding true beauty in your hands – beauty that you yourself made happen.
And then I want to share that feeling.
Ever a Contrary Mary, the damaging result of the US election has inspired me to compile a short playlist of three love songs to humanity. Perhaps together we can kill the hate with kindness.
Because I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that today was a very dark day for America and by extension, the world. Despite living in the UK, what happens in the US causes ripples right across the Atlantic. Personally, I feel less confident in the stability of our worldwide community due to the incoming American president’s clunky understanding of international politics, disdain for the environment, his complete lack of diplomacy and his trigger-happy headspace. Let’s not even mention his casual racism, xenophobia, misogyny and accusations of sexual abuse (oops! Too late!).
Yes, all signs are now pointing towards Danger. Even here in the UK I feel less safe and less secure, yet increasingly certain that now more than ever we need to celebrate the beauty of an interracial, international community and show our solidarity for those the incoming President is marginalizing (essentially, anyone who is not like him).
I mentioned in a previous post how living colourfully makes me feel mentally and physically brighter, and with this in mind (literally!) I’m currently co-curating an exhibition in Brighton called, ‘It’s A Wonderful Life (or, The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Is Not A Train)’ to raise awareness for the charity C.A.L.M.
The Brighton exhibition will be part of a nationwide event to look at a different side of suicide, and we need you lovely lot of any gender to contribute your artistic endeavours for the exhibitions and spread the message about C.A.L.M.’s good work far and wide. As the Wonderful Life mission-statement reads:
“We are going to attempt to take this out of the darkness and into the light. Our aim is to uplift people, not send them spinning downward.
Trawling through Instagram for Halloween inspiration I came across several Pop Art-themed portrait photos in the style of Roy Lichtenstein. Various different Make-up Artists and bloggers had attempted to ape his classic pieces from the sixties, so there were plenty of impressive imitations to choose from. Now, I’d like to think I’m fairly adept at faceprinting, but these talented people take it to a whole other level – impressive stuff.
Nevertheless, with a disability-friendly evening out incoming, I decided on my favourite Instagram picture and had a go at replicating it on myself. Since my hair is currently various shades of green, I thought I’d keep that colour as a base for my face – as you can see!
In recognition of Invisible Disabilities Week and Invisible Illnesses Week this coming week, I thought I’d share with you my own story about living with chronic illness. I wrote it in May this year as part of ME Awareness Month here in the UK.
If you’re not sure what ME is, you can read more about it here.
This is the hidden side of ME – and of me.
ME exists: it’s an invisible illness that’s disabling and isolating, no matter how sociable you are or how many friends you have to help when times are tough (and I love you all – thank you for your support).
It’s not just ‘tiredness’ – if only it were that simple! – it’s constant, chronic pain, pea-soup brainfog and nausea, and exhaustion so draining that you can’t lift your toothbrush to your mouth or brush your hair, let alone leave the house.
I’m lucky in that these days I’m no longer bedridden for weeks/ months, nor challenged like some ME sufferers who are so weak they struggle to swallow or speak. My friend’s cousin Sophia was so sick and weak she actually died of ME.
In the past, a glimpse of sunlight through the curtains, and any unexpected noise translated into acute physical pain for me. It was agony, and left me in continuous pain even today – albeit on a lesser scale.
I felt nauseous for two years constant, and my periods stopped. My whole system went into freefall and for a few years it was absolute hell.