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21 Apr





I’m thrilled to announce that ArtiPeeps’ Kickstarter Campaign to fund our first large-scale poetry art exhibition ‘Transformations’ has been launched!

Here’s the project shortcode: Do take a look!


  • It features 29 Twitter poets and artists from all over the world and of all ages who have worked together for 15 months virtually on a Contemporary re-working of Ovid’s Metamorphoses.
  • It features 60 plus new poems created by 14 emerging Twitter poets

Click here to see some of the poems:

  • It exhibits 15 new multi-medium artworks from 15 emerging and established Twitter artists.
  • The creatives have worked together entirely virtually via ArtiPeeps for the last 15 months and the exhibition will bring us together physically for the first time.

We have also commissioned The Code Crimson (an artist-duo in Florida, USA) to create a large comic strip of some of the stories as an entry point to the material for schools, children and adults. This piece will be exhibited alongside the main exhibition.. Through this exhibition we hope to launch our large-scale exhibition initiative that can be repeated year on year and also our new membership scheme.

Here are some work-in-development images inspired by book 1 of Metamorphoses:

Code Crimson Sample

Venue: The Blue Drawing Room, Hanse House, South Quay, King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK.

Date: Friday 12th – Sunday 14th September 2014 (part of the National Heritage Open Day on Sunday)

Anticipated Footfall: 700 + people  



Click on the thumbnails to enlarge




  • CREATION: Become a Friend of ArtiPeeps and be thanked on Twitter
  •  WORLDS FORM and HERCULES: poetry-art greetings card featuring  poetry and art from our exhibition, and have your name on a large Wordle in the foyer of the exhibition.
  •  TRANSFORM: Be transformed into a God or Goddess via a caricature by Ryan Atkins
  •  MINERVA: Have a poem written for you, using 3 words of your own choice by our Transformations poets: Kate Garrett, Rebecca Audra Smith, Richard Biddle and Greg Mackie
  •   ATLAS: Have a self-portrait painted by one of our Transformations artists: Sara Mena, Raymond Bentley, Ray Atkins and Diana Probst
  •  MEDEA: Choose from three Giclee Prints from the exhibition artwork
  •  DADEALUS Become an Exhibition Stand Sponsor of a Book from Metamorphoses



IT SHOWCASES a mix of emerging and established social media poets and artists from around the UK and the globe

IT LAUNCHES into the real world our large-scale collaborative exhibition initiative, which we hope to run on a yearly basis, transforming unusual literary pieces and themes year on year

IT FORGES a new ongoing relationship with HANSE HOUSE, a unique exhibition space and development

IT PROJECTS ArtiPeeps and its new, open access membership scheme into the real world

IT INNOVATES using comic strip as an entry point for children and adults to access literature more easily

IT PUTS A CONTEMPORARY TWIST on a remarkable, influential continuous poem and piece of literature

IT CELEBRATES relationships, connection and creativity as we all come together .


Excitingly we have just been offered a provisional grant for £200 from Norfolk County Council. This is towards the £375 it costs to hire Hanse House BUT we still need to raise £4413 to pay for:

  • the marketing of the exhibition
  • the mounting of the poems and pictures
  • the hiring of the exhibition stands
  • the creation of the cartoon.

We need to get Transformations funded so we can make this all real for not only the great, talented 29 creatives involved in this project, but for another 29 and another who will take part in our future projects.


Thank you, as ever, for your interest. All good wishes, Nicky and the Transformers.

Mice Dance To the Spiders’ Applause by Stephanie Brennan, Artwork by Deborah Sheehy

6 Mar

Creatives Making A Difference

‘Supporting Mental Health’

LONELINESS Collaboration

Welcome to the first collaboration in a six week, fortnightly engagement with the feeling of Loneliness.  For this particular collaboration we have paired 3 artists and 3 poets together.  The poets have written a poem around this particular emotion and then passed it to the artists for their interpretation. The artist can work in parallel with the themes  within the poetry or in contrast. In so doing we’re attempting to artistically and accessibly engage with the feeling of loneliness. Each pairing is different so  we’re hoping to create a range of interpretations that might communicate something to everybody. The poets and artists have been exchanging  ideas over a number of weeks and what you’ll be seeing as the 6 weeks roll by is the diverse expression of that exchange. We hope to turn our mental health collaborations into an exhibition next year and an online resource. 

 Your feedback on this project would be very much welcomed.


This week’s collaboration features

Stephanie Brennan and Deborah Sheehy 


Dancing Mice

Dancing Mice by Deborah Sheehy

. .

Mice Dance to the Spiders’ Applause

 by Stephanie Brennan


A latchkey kid small for her age
she balanced on a bucket,
unlocked the door
to a dark house where
mice scurried in the walls, and
spiders accumulated in corners.
A 40-watt bulb swayed from a cord.
She tossed her stories on the floor:
a dice game of classmates in cliques,
whispers of a skirt too long, of shoes all wrong.
In the corners
the mice pirouetted,
the spiders spun their silk,
but still she would not smile.
Hiding behind her slack dark hair
at the back of the class
the answers shimmered
in the weighted sunlight,
but she never raised her hand.
At her desk she sketched a mouse.
A spider curtsied, extended four arms
a perfect waltz across the page,
but still she would not smile.
As she grew boys took notice.
One, a shape-shifter,
escorted her home to meet his mum.
That genteel lady sized her up
deemed her unworthy of her sizable plans
for her obedient boy.
Alone in her room
the white mice pranced
on pink feet
to the spiders’ applause,
but still she would not smile.
On a pitch-black, moonless, starless night
she questioned her resolve.
But then she set herself to dream,
and when she woke
a song was fully-formed.
She got up out of bed, 
and heard her voice ascend.
The notes were clear and loud and long
the lyrics sad and true.
The mice sat rapt, the spiders stilled,
her ballad soared to light-filled halls.
To her surprise, a chorus echoed
to prove she’s not alone
The mice and spiders leapt to cheer
demanding encore, please
she bowed from the waist
and when she rose
a half-formed smile, a crescent moon
and tears and tears, of laughter


Stephanie Brennan:

Stephanie Brennan lives among the redwoods and fog in Sonoma County, California. She’s been writing fiction for many years, some of which may be found online at: People Do Things With Their Lives. Recently she has ventured into poetry having fallen in love with the tanka and haiku writers on Twitter. She finds the online community of poets an invaluable resource for learning and support. Her recent publication credits include: Poetry Nook, Bright Stars 1, and Bamboo Hut. Find her short Twitter poems @tantamount2, and her poetry site: Restraint Unfettered.


Deborah Sheehy

In the times in between life and a day job Deborah is an artist, writer and occasional photographer. Scottish by birth, she currently resides in the hills, paths, and narrow streets of a South Wales valley. Home is shared with her Irish husband – a maker of marvellous meals – and a hound called Henry whose days are spent in a happy amble of walks, sleeps and rubs. Inspiration comes primarily in the form of nature, especially the wild and deserted places and the creatures who reside there, as well as the stories, myths and happenings of times gone by. You can see Deborah’s Weekend Showcase here . The second Loneliness collaboration post will be on Monday 17th March. Do come back and see how poet Charlie Winters and photographer Jeremy Moseley  engage with the very same feeling. If you would like to get involved with one of our  future collaborations or opportunities. Do get in contact via the contact form on the What’s On Page or via @ArtiPeeps. Thank you so much for your interest. .

Flash Fortnightly #18

10 Jul

Words 2


Welcome to Flash Fortnightly!

Laura BesleyMy name is Laura Besley and I’m an EFL (English as a Foreign Language) teacher. Over the years I’ve met thousands of students of all ages from many different countries in the world. This job really suits me as I love meeting people and learning about different languages and cultures. After working in England for a couple of years, I moved to Düsseldorf, Germany, where I taught Business English for two years and now I’m living in Hong Kong. This small pocket of Asia is a perfect blend of East meets West and is rich in colour, noise and inspiration.

That brings me nicely onto writing. I’ve been writing on and off since childhood and did my degree in English Literature and Film Studies. When I was in Germany I started writing a bit more regularly and in Hong Kong I’ve really had the time to dedicate to my writing. In 2011 I joined the Hong Kong Writers Circle and a critique group which allowed me to start looking at my work with a more critical eye. On 4th May 2012 I embarked on a project to write one piece of flash fiction a day. I’ve always seen myself as a novelist, but actually I’ve found that I really love writing short pieces as it gives you plenty of room to experiment with style, voice, characters and settings. And each day I can write something new.

I hope you enjoy this ‘Flash Fortnightly’ entry and I’ll be back on Wednesday 24th July 2013 with some more…



Standing in the shadows of the granite wall, Thomas was waiting. Maya was late. Her art class finished at nine-thirty and she should already be exiting through the heavy oak door of the local community centre. Others were streaming out with pads and pencils in their hands, chattering excitedly after their evening’s work had finished. But nowhere could Thomas see the tall girl with short curly hair. His tall girl with short curly hair.

Thomas pulled his mobile phone out of his trouser pocket. He pressed a button, illuminating the screen. Nine-forty. Where the bloody hell was she? He dialled her number. It rung once and then went to voice mail. No point in leaving a message. He debated with himself about going inside to get her, but he quickly dismissed that idea as she might reject him. Again. In front of everyone else.

Eventually, at nine-forty-nine she was there, in front of the building, her blue and green checked bag slung over her right shoulder. No doubt there would be another new sketch inside.

Thomas stepped forward into the pale light of the overhead streetlight. ‘Maya,’ he said quietly.

She spun round and smiled. ‘Dad!’ She hugged him in front of her classmates.

He felt a warm sensation in his stomach spread throughout his entire body. ‘Let’s go, honey. I’m double-parked.’

Laura Besley

If you’d like to check out more of my writing, flash fiction and non-fiction, check out my  blog: Living Loving and Writing. Or you can follow me on twitter @laurabesley or connect on facebook Laura Besley Writer


Inspiration Point: My Morning Wiggle

15 Sep

I have had a firmly established morning meditation practice for well over a year now (which I now wouldn’t be without; indeed, where would I be without it?) and alongside my practice I have several rituals and habits that make my mornings start off in a really positive, playful way. They set me up for a good day ahead, or, at least, the intention of having a good day ahead. If I start off the way I do even if my day is rough it can’t be too bad for too long.

One of my habits/rituals is what I call ‘my morning wiggle’ . There I am in the middle of my kitchen, arms about to flail like an octopus, feet  poised to slip-slide like a duck’s webbed feet on ice,  anticipating that particular part of ‘I’m walking on sunshine’ by Katrina and the Waves, the song to which I always wiggle  every morning whether I feel like it or not. And then it comes, the part actually comes, and every part  of my body lets go and  is wiggling in a care-free dervish. Granted, it’s fleeting-it’s there and then it’s gone- but it  makes me feel good, it’s a brilliant moment. If I’m feeling a bit down it shakes me out of it-the movement clears out the cobwebs,  it makes me feel connected to my body and to the positivity that sometimes gets locked in there when we’re stressed or busy, or not paying attention to ourselves (n.b. we need to always pay attention to ourselves).

In that moment (when Katrina is singing ‘I feel a love, I feel alive, I feel a love that’s really real’ I feel it too, and my body and my spirit join into a kind of dorky moment where I’m connected too- to all that life and all that love..and yes, yes, it is, it’s really real…). It all gets  released out into my kitchen with only the pots and pans to clitter-clatter their applause.  It’s not elegant, I’m not Darcey Bussell, but it feels good, it’s just fun, playful and I always have a smile on my face whilst doing it, and it often resonates into the rest of my day.

Now, I’m someone who lives very much in their head, and I’m British to boot, (not known for our ability to let loose). I think a lot, process, mull things over, even ruminate sometimes (god help me) so to escape into a suruptious wiggle is quite liberating.  I highly recommend it. It’s worth a go. It doesn’t matter what you do, it’s more about how it makes you feel while you’re doing it.  Try it and see what happens….

With this in mind there’s’s Dance Where You Are Day on the 18th September where all you have to do, whereever you are and whatever your doing is to just start dancing at 12 noon. The details can be got by following this link seriouslythemovie.

It might be a really good opportunity to start your own morning wiggle ritual at 12 noon (who knows) …

N.B Seriouslythemovie is , as they put it ‘ a creative documentary that turns the work ethic on its head and reveals how vital play is to our health, happiness, and the future of life’. You’ll find the taster video for the movie here in one of my posts.

Now, here in England that will make it some ungodly hour (I think) but the idea is a good one: it’s about being spontaneous and alive and wiggly and playful; and, playfulness is always a great conduit for creativity which can never be a bad thing.

Inspiration Point: a little cluster of inspiring things

21 Aug

A few diverse bits and bobs I’ve been collecting over the past fortnight. Finally gathered them together……………..

1. On Authenticity; some steps towards helping you feel ‘authentic’

a. Find what makes you feel good

b. Communicate

c. Be Creative

d. Visualise. Use Your Imagination………..

For more see the link below:

2. On Connection by the World Wildlife Fund

3. BE what you SEEK

4. The Meaning of Infinity:

5. *** On how to form good habits

Click on the link below:

6. A poem by Tara Mohr, The Rhythm:

In any creative feat
(by which I mean your work, your art, your life)
there will be downtimes.

Or so it seems.

Just as the earth is busy before the harvest

and a baby grows before its birth,

there is no silence in you.
There is no time of nothingness.

What if,

during the quiet times, when the idea flow is hushed and hard to find
you trusted (and yes I mean trusted)
that the well was filling, the waters moving?

What if you trusted

that for the rest of eternity,

without prodding, without self-discipline,

without getting over being yourself,

you would be gifted every ounce of productivity you need?

What would leave you? What would open?

And what if during the quiet times you ate great meals

and leaned back to smile at the stars,

and saw them there, as they always are,

nourishing you?

There are seasons and harvest is only a fraction of one of them.

We forget this.

There is the rhythm that made everything.

The next time you stand in the kitchen, leaning,

the next time a moment of silence catches you there,

hear it, that rhythm, and let it place a stone in your spine.
Let it bring you some place beautiful.

7. On Writing by Julia Cameron

Writing gives us a place to say what we need to say, but also to hear what we need to hear.

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