It is 2am. I am sitting at my desk, having taken a while to get the family member I care for settled for the night. I could have chosen to go to sleep. Instead, I chose to write. By this time of night, my eyes are tired and my vision is beginning to blur, but the need to get my words onto the page feels stronger than my exhaustion. The only sounds I can hear are the ticking of the kitchen clock, the low hum of the hospital bed, and the heating switching itself on at intervals. There is...

Growing up in a Bollywood video rental shop in the 1980s meant that films were a central part of my life from a very young age. They played constantly (mainly because I was pirating some of them!!). They were woven into family conversations, domestic routines, and everyday life. Songs, dialogue, storylines, and images looped through my home, embedding themselves into my memory without effort or intention. As an artist and a storyteller, I have always been drawn to dialogue and to the way...

Hello, art lovers! As 2024 comes to an end, I’ve been reflecting on a year that, while quieter than usual, has been filled with purpose,...