Katy's storytelling

The Pull of Abstract Art & My Curated Collection

The Pull of Abstract Art & My Curated Collection

I have been mesmerized by and drawn to abstract art for as long as I can remember. It is the furthest away from reality so the scope for imagination is infinite and unconstrained. 

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A love letter to Britain

A love letter to Britain

There are many, many things I hate about this country (thought I best this out the way first before moving onto more positive pastures). I have always felt deeply ashamed of our countries conquering history. We have probably caused more bloodshed per square meterage than any other country. I have spent many nights wishing away my heritage and many days apologising on behalf of it. But it also grew 95% of the people I love the most in the world, so it must have done some things right. Right? 

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Growing up ginger

Growing up ginger

From having a water bottle thrown at my head out the window of a speeding car accompanied by ginger slurs to being spat at in the street by kids from my school. I've had it all and there's no denying the impact my hair colour has had on my personality development. 

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A poem about kindness

A poem about kindness

"Be kind" they said at the beginning of the year, But how quickly they forgot when the hashtag disappeared. "Kindness? Hah whats that going to achieve reeeally? Sounds like a get out of jail free card for lazy activists to me". Dragged into the limelight, then left there to decay, 2020, the year kindness became a cliché. It's been a tough little year for that word so profound,  Lest we forget, it's the simple acts of kindness that make the world go round.

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Ego soup

Ego soup

(an extract from my travel journals) “There are three basic rules of travelling. Travel on the ground. Travel alone. Keep notes. That’s it.” - Paul Theroux  The more I thought about the idea of travelling on the ground, the more I got attached (OCD translation: obsessed) with the idea. So naturally I indulged my neuroticism and stocked up on railway books. Now, I’m a very susceptible person at the best of times. I was once voted by my friends, the most likely to join a cult. If I was being kind, I’d let myself believe that this was due to...

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