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Adrenaline by Lauren Coulson, Artwork by Cliona Sheehan: The Anxiety/Release Collaboration #4

13 May

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Creatives Making A Difference

‘Supporting Mental Health’

THE ANXIETY AND RELEASE COLLABORATION

Welcome to the final collaboration of an eight week, fortnightly engagement with the emotions of anxiety and release.  For this particular collaboration we have paired four artists and four poets together. The poets have taken up the theme of anxiety, and the artists, in response, are engaging  with the theme of release. In so doing we’re attempting to artistically and accessibly engage with the dynamics between the two emotions- the clashes and the spectrum between the two contrasting feelings. The poets and artists have been exchanging ideas over a number of weeks and what you’ll be seeing as the weeks roll by is the diverse expression of that exchange.
 The idea is that we will also eventually group these collaborations together into exhibitions and installations to further promote public awareness and engagement with these issues. Your feedback on this project would be very much welcomed.

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This week’s collaboration features

Lauren Coulson & Cliona Sheehan 

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‘Lady Released’

by Cliona Sheehan

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Adrenaline

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I try to picture
calm oceans,
boats,
try to distract myself
by writing words
but my fingers tap
out a heart rate
that increases too fast.

The fire spreads.
Through knots
in my spine,
up into the throat
where it sits
wrapped around my oesophagus
like bind weed.

Pull up the root.
It’s the only way to kill it.

My hands are too tired
from digging through
to find a calmer place
and the poison
I’ve laid down
just slowly kills the host

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You can find more about Lauren and Cliona here: .

Lauren Coulson

http://laurencoulson.co.uk/

https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/raggedypirate

https://twitter.com/laurensayswords

You can see Lauren’s Weekend Showcase  here.

Cliona Sheehan

https://twitter.com/darshansprit

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Please do come back tomorrow for some more great  Transformations Book 15 poetry. 

Thank you for your interest.

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Nests: ‘Dream Boat’ by Lauren Coulson (Creative Resident) #4

25 Mar

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Nests

Welcome to the final of 4 post slots from our creative in residence poet Lauren Coulson:

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In this series of works I have decided to explore the idea of the homes that we create for ourselves. I started with the concept of nests; I have always been fascinated how animals instinctively make their homes and how human shelters develop. From this starting point I decided to examine the various homes that I have made for myself in my lifetime, creating a short series of semi- autobiographical works that explore this theme. 

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Dream Boat

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Pictures of boats with bare boards
renovate the corners of my brain,
turn them into places filled with planning
about where I’d put the kitchen sink.

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Crying canals of tears
over photos of floating homes
I know I’ll never take my shoes off in,
I’ll never put the kettle on in,
I’ll never wipe the counters down in,
I’ll never make a home in.

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I’ve moved into a hundred barges
carved out of photographs and memories
of riverside walks
pictured making cups of tea
and watching the swans fight over
the mornings toast crusts.

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I’ll rope my dreams to a buoy;
hope they stay afloat
until I can find a boat that will
support the weight of all my hopes
and never sink.

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Bio: 

In 1992 a wriggling pink baby popped out of its’ mother, who proudly proclaimed “cor blimey, it’s a girl!”. Since then that baby has gone on to study art, and get a first class degree in creative writing (although she is no longer a baby). She now spends her time creating crafts to sell in her online shop and writing about the world around her. She is working on her first novel, a children’s book, but is a poet at heart. On top of this she has branched out into storytelling and running writing workshops in the local community. When she grows up she wants to live on a boat and grow vegetables.

Shop: www.etsy.com/shop/milkymoonshop
Website: www.laurencoulson.co.uk

 

You’ll be able to see more of Lauren’s work in collaboration with artist Cliona Sheehan in our ‘Supporting Mental Health’ Anxiety and Release collaboration (April-May). Big thanks to Lauren and to artist Atalina Homan for their contributions and a great residency. 

Tomorrow, we will be sharing poet Kate Garret’s first FreeSpace within which, through verse, she explores the separate experiences of a family of women through the decades.  Hope to see you there! 

 

Nests: ‘Fortress ‘ by Lauren Coulson (Creative Resident) #3

19 Mar

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Nests

Welcome to the third of 4 post slots from our creative in residence Lauren Coulson:

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In this series of works I have decided to explore the idea of the homes that we create for ourselves. I started with the concept of nests; I have always been fascinated how animals instinctively make their homes and how human shelters develop. From this starting point I decided to examine the various homes that I have made for myself in my lifetime, creating a short series of semi- autobiographical works that explore this theme. 

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Fortress

My shaky hands move blankets
worn holey by love and knees,
into an awkward pitch

amongst the spider’s webs.
I stack book walls and duvet floors;
tear my friends from the pages
of stories I could never write.

Then shut off all the doors
that lead only to unlit halls,
find the boxes filled with fear
and tape the lids on tight.

I build my own home
in the forgotten corners of this house.

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Bio: 

In 1992 a wriggling pink baby popped out of its’ mother, who proudly proclaimed “cor blimey, it’s a girl!”. Since then that baby has gone on to study art, and get a first class degree in creative writing (although she is no longer a baby). She now spends her time creating crafts to sell in her online shop and writing about the world around her. She is working on her first novel, a children’s book, but is a poet at heart. On top of this she has branched out into storytelling and running writing workshops in the local community. When she grows up she wants to live on a boat and grow vegetables.

Shop: www.etsy.com/shop/milkymoonshop
Website: www.laurencoulson.co.uk

 

Lauren will be back next Tuesday (25th) with the final  stage of her exploration where she will be, once again, supported by the artwork of Atalina Homan .  

Tomorrow, we will be posting out some more Transformations poems. Hope to see you there! 

 

Nests: ‘Climbing in the Swamp’ by Lauren Coulson (Creative Resident) #2

13 Mar

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Nests

Welcome to the second of 4 post slots from our creative in residence Lauren Coulson:

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In this series of works I have decided to explore the idea of the homes that we create for ourselves. I started with the concept of nests; I have always been fascinated how animals instinctively make their homes and how human shelters develop. From this starting point I decided to examine the various homes that I have made for myself in my lifetime, creating a short series of semi- autobiographical works that explore this theme. 

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Preface: This was a poem that I wrote last year, and in many ways was the starting point for this project. It has been featured in my chapbook Through The Trees. Although I felt some resistance in using a previous work for this feature, I felt it was the right thing to do as this poem had bee central to my ideas.

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Climbing in the Swamp

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I had been told not to climb in the swamp
that was tucked down by the orchard
where we kept the chickens.
Not to climb the trees
that slumped lazily diagonal instead of reaching
upwards for sunlight, in case my feet slipped
and I fell into thick mud,
all broken bones and dirty jeans.
But I had to climb.
Needed to reach monkey hands from river birch to willow,
pushing myself up with skinny legs, until I was nestled
in the trees, roosting like a magpie.
I have always craved small spaces.

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Bio: 

In 1992 a wriggling pink baby popped out of its’ mother, who proudly proclaimed “cor blimey, it’s a girl!”. Since then that baby has gone on to study art, and get a first class degree in creative writing (although she is no longer a baby). She now spends her time creating crafts to sell in her online shop and writing about the world around her. She is working on her first novel, a children’s book, but is a poet at heart. On top of this she has branched out into storytelling and running writing workshops in the local community. When she grows up she wants to live on a boat and grow vegetables.

Shop: www.etsy.com/shop/milkymoonshop
Website: www.laurencoulson.co.uk

 

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Lauren will be back next Wednesday (19th) with the next stage of her exploration.  

Tomorrow, we have our Weekend Showcase with artist Ieuan Edwards and some more Transformations poems in a second post. Hope to see you there! 

 

Nests: ‘Womb’ by Lauren Coulson; Painting by Atalina Homan #1

4 Mar

Nests

Welcome to the first of 4 post slots from our creative in residence Lauren Coulson who, over the next 4 weeks, will be creating, as she put it:

“A series of poems that follow a journey of nesting. Looking at my own personal experiences with creating nests for myself (womb, imagination, trees, own house etc). These will tie in with nature and human experience.”

Artist and poet Atalina Homan will be book-ending and supporting  Lauren’s exploration with her artwork in posts 1 and 4.

Womb

I nestled against my mother’s trunk;
suspended like death in a specimen jar.
I was a seed. Sprouting new branches
as I listened to a symphony
plucked out on heartstrings
and the thunderous rumble of her stomach.
Waiting for daylight so I could ripen
until the day I laid my own roots.

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Womb

by Atalina Homan

I  started with the oval shaped textured background, to create a nest or womb like feel. Then acrylic and watercolour were added to create depth, with the seed in the centre (hanging like death in a specimen jar) and the vines (plucked out on heart strings) leading to roots which are reaching out into the light.
 
Lauren’s poem was strong emotionally and visually and so I didn’t stray too far creatively from the content. 

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Lauren Coulson:

was awarded a first class degree in Creative Writing in 2013 and her poetry has won several competitions. She regularly explores themes such as nature and its interplay with our personal lives, as well as anecdotal and reflective performance poetry. At present she is working on non-fiction essays and articles, as well as merging her spoken word to music.

http://laurencoulson.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/laurensayswords

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Atalina Homan:

Atalina Marie Homan is an artist, poet and writer. Born to a Polynesian mother and English father in the late seventies, she is inspired by both western and eastern culture.

Atalina’s approach to the arts is both expressive and spiritual. Her current portfolio includes a unique series of silhouette drawings, inspired by the wonders of nature and artistic traditions of the pacific that often contain a symbolic or storytelling element.

Atalina studied photography and graphic design and after developing an interest in eastern philosophy and meditation, has recently completed a Bachelors Degree in Metaphysical Science.

Atalina lives along the coast of England with her husband and three children and is currently working on her first book, ‘Love Says’, An inspirational collection of prose poetry written in the spirit of love.

 “I find the arts to be an expression of the soul, a way to both celebrate our journey and explore the illuminating landscape of our emotions. It is incredibly empowering to experience our ability to create, express and manifest our visions and dreams. We all have this ability and use it in many ways in our daily lives, visual creation in the arts simply brings that potential to our conscious awareness, that’s powerful!”

 www.atalinamarie.com

https://twitter.com/AtalinaMHoman

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Lauren will be back next Thursday (13th) with the next stage of her exploration.  Tomorrow, we have poet Mandy Gibson’s first ‘FreeSpace’  beginning an exploration in which she revisits a previous micropoem project of hers. Hope to see you there! 

 

Comfort Multiform Collaboration (Poetry/Photo) #2

11 Nov


Comfort

Creatives Making A Difference

  ‘Supporting Mental Health’

Comfort Collaboration

Comfort: 1. a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint. 2. consolation for grief or anxiety.

Welcome to the second collaboration in a 5 week, fortnightly engagement with the notion of comfort.  Comfort is something we all need and often, curiously, find hard to get (either from ourselves or others). For this particular collaboration we have paired 3 artists and 3 poets together. Each poet/artist pair, in contrast to  our fear/trust collaboration have been working on the  single theme of comfort. The words and the images working together in  a  uniform exploration of the  texture and nuances of this basic human need. The poets and artists have been exchanging ideas over a number of weeks and what you’ll be seeing as the weeks pass is the diverse expression of that exchange.
 It’s our intention that these collaborations will form an online resource which will  potentially bring comfort, provide an innovative  means to engage with difficult feelings, and ultimately to provide access to information about mental health in a stimulating manner. The idea is that we will also eventually group these collaborations together into exhibitions and installations to further promote public awareness and engagement with these issues. Your feedback on this project would be very much welcomed.

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This week’s collaboration features:

 Ken Fasimpaur (Photographer) and Lauren Coulson (Poet) 

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Panic Attack

by Lauren Coulson

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He finds me curled up
on the sofa like a tangled string.
Sclera stained pink;
canyons carved down my cheeks
like a forest cleaved by a river.

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Words fail. My voice gets caught.
It’s knotted, tight, strangling
in my throat. A wounded animal,
I can only bleat out my sadness.

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He scoops me up, swaddles me
with his arms like a newly born baby.
Traces his hands across the crumples
of my face, doesn’t speak.
I listen to the steady beat of his heart
like a radio, as mine begins to slow.

 

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You can find out more about Ken and Lauren here:

Ken Fasimpaur: 

“My first known rolls of film, black and white stock exposed decades ago, involved documenting aircraft at a local air show or creating convincing but fake UFO snapshots at home. Since then I’ve followed a long cometary orbit in and out of photography, passing periodically through point and shoot film cameras, classrooms, negatives, darkrooms, digital cameras, Photoshop and cameraphones. Over the same period, my subjects have covered architecture, family, nature, surface and abandoned space.

For the past year or more, my photography has revolved in large part around my cameraphone. I’ve shot improvisationally wherever I was and whatever subject caught my fancy, processed the results on the fly, and posted them as possible. Vignette for Android has been my camera of choice and has provided the basis for the couple of filters I routinely use. I find a sense of captured moment in this method, and an emphasis on shooting images and not processing them, which appeals to me for now. When it comes to composition, I’m drawn to the nexus between detail and form, between abstracting the larger concrete and revealing the essential but ephemeral specifics of its nature.”

More of my mobile images can be found on Twitter at @kjfasimpaur

 on Flickr at http://www.flickr.com/photos/93020772@N05/

or at http://www.kenfasimpaur.com

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Lauren Coulson

In 1992 a wriggling pink baby popped out of its’ mother, who proudly proclaimed “cor blimey, it’s a girl!”. Since then that baby has gone on to study art and get a first class degree in creative writing (although she is no longer a baby). She now spends her time creating crafts to sell in her online shop and writing about the world around her. Currently she is working on her first novel, a children’s book, but is a poet at heart. On top of this she has branched out into storytelling and running writing workshops in the local community. Mental health is a topic that is very close to her and something she is keen to give support to others about. When she grows up she wants to be a cat.

Shop: www.etsy.com/shop/milkymoonshop
Website: www.laurencoulson.co.uk

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The next Comfort Collaboration will be on Wednesday 27th November

Weekend Showcase: Lauren Coulson (Poet/Performance Poet)

9 Aug

Spotlight

Every Friday, 1 artist/painter/poet/writer, letting their work speak for itself.

 

Lauren Coulson

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This week we are choosing to put out two pieces of  our featured writer’s work, as opposed to the usual one. We do this when the creative feels that they have differing styles within their one creative intent.  As Lauren says:

 ‘My work is clearly segregated into “for page” and “for stage”. My work for page tends to be device heavy and inspired by pastoral poets whereas stage work focuses of the musicality of language.’

Part 1

Rainy Sunday

by Lauren Coulson

She pads, silent, through the Sunday,
in the space where she carved out a home.
Wraps awkward limbs around herself;
dressed in a faded shirt and wonkily stitched slippers.
Notes that: out in the cold that bites at ear lobes,
squirrels scurry with their secrets, as they so often do.
The kettle rouses. It paints mist onto windowpanes,
as she drags idle fingers into clumsy pictures.

Educate This!

by Lauren Coulson

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When I was fourteen
one of the many teachers –
who still didn’t know my name
after five years of compulsory schooling
(that chipped away at any free thinking) –
asked me what I wanted to do when I finished.

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I said I wanted to be a tattooist.
Revelled in the idea of painting
a part of myself onto other people’s skin;
creating the illusion of permanence
in a world of constant flux.

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He said that wasn’t a good career move.
Why don’t you try and think of a back -up plan?
You seem creative,
why don’t you go to Art College?

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So I enrolled at Art College.
When one of the many tutors-
who I argued with on a daily basis
over what it really means to be experimental-
asked me what I wanted to do when I left

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I said I wanted to be an artist.
Wanted to live day to day,
unpicking my brain.
Stitching my story onto canvas
and sending it half way across the world
to be understood by strangers.

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She said there’s no money in it.
What about going into advertising
or at least buffer and carry on studying?

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So now I’m a graduate of a subject
that pumps through my veins
yet will never equate to security.
And when the inevitable question is asked of me
I shrug.

Mutter something about
the freezing economic climate,
say how unlikely it is to be able to live off poetry,
say maybe I’ll write a book,
say maybe I’ll paint a bit,
say maybe I’ll get a full time job for a company I hate,
rent a white clone shoebox apartment
and just forget any trace of myself.

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But maybe I’ll go into teaching.
So that when a pair of mascara-laden,
fourteen year old eyes look up at me asking,
I will tell them
not to let anybody get in their way.

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Poet’s Biography:

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Lauren Coulson was awarded a first class degree in Creative Writing in 2013 and her poetry has won several competitions. She regularly explores themes such as nature and its interplay with our personal lives, as well as anecdotal and reflective performance poetry. At present she is working on non-fiction essays and articles, as well as merging her spoken word to music.

http://laurencoulson.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/itsrenbitch

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