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Mar 15, 2012 • Share “I have an arts degree, I’m trained for nothing!”-Friedrich Nietzsche, probably. I could describe to you the convoluted series of half-thought out decisions that ultimately led to my unemployment but they are incredibly tedious and more importantly make me sound like a completely ridiculous human being which is a first impression that...
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Dec 5, 2011 • Share That snake skeleton (as one small toddler called it) lies in the middle of the floor, barely existent and in my opinion, knowing it. Its knowledge of its delicate mortality makes it aware of how special it is. It is smug. It looks almost as though it is floating. Smugly. There it lies in...
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Sep 28, 2011 • Share I set off, oh! how I utterly did. From Lothian road with the destination of the national gallery, Princes Street clear in my mind. A chest infection having plagued me lately, my naturally spritely, youthful pace became too much for my poor respiratory system to keep up with and so I slowed to an...
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Sep 22, 2011 • Share In a certain centre of arts, on a certain street near a certain famous Dundonan takeaway I wandered from the realm of chips and cheese in to the latest art exhibition of that particular building of contemporary culture. An installation piece, Thomas Hirschhorn’s ‘It’s Burning Everywhere’ covers the three gallery spaces of the DCA from...
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