disruptive arts
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On Daydreaming and sitting at tables Truth-The pursuit of it, or whatever that means. I’m still transfixed by it, still deep in projects exploring truth, stories, and memory. So here I am again, musing over old memories and daydreaming about what it’s all really about- nothing new then? Every Wednesday now, I sit down with
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As part of a project led by Leitrim Libraries around “Griefs Broken Brow” I have been leading a project called “A Cabinet of Curiosities” with two local schools. As part of my visit to Mohill National School, I met a group of 6th class students. The project was designed to spark curiosity, creativity, and a sense
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As the end of summer ushers us into the start of a new school year, many of us are feeling that familiar mix of excitement and nerves—especially those returning for their second year of secondary school. For many young people, this can be a year of trying to figure out where you fit in, who
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We travelled the sharp and bending curves of the road until we reached our final stop. A secluded meadow with a glorious backdrop nestled within the Wales countryside sits a Gypsy wagon.
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“Beware those men, the jokers and the tricksters and the clowns. They will laugh us into hell”. Russell T Davies character Muriel stated in the final episode of Years and Years. O gosh, an amazing drama which shows us a stark and terrifying picture of the world as it falls into a hell of our
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The final residential for the Extend programme took place a few weeks ago in Leeds. It was a chance for the cohort of 2019 to come together one last time. As a group we shared stories about our lives as well as the progress of our group enquiries. We debated, talked openly and reflected on
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So, while the River Thames swirled around us and the sun dabbled the river with bright sparks of light we talked about language, stories and being kind. Sharing stories is as old as time but hearing people’s experiences is something very special.
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Books. Books are good. If I cannot figure out a way to answer or help my daughter, I buy a book for us both to read and talk about. I know more about dinosaurs then when I was 7 years of age, and I know more now about precipitation and marginal gains than I ever…
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This morning, my father sat down in his usual spot with tea in one hand and over buttered toast and jam in the other listening to his raspy untuned radio. It’s a ritual that he repeats every morning.
Carrie Creamer 