February, surely, is the damp squib of the year. It’s the tail end of winter with just enough rotten weather, poor lighting and on the wrong side of spring. February is 50 shades of grey without the orgasm. It’s little wonder we allow the hallmark industry to blast our lives in red as they festoon

Food has been a favourite muse for artists since the first cavemen painted their prey and the renaissance provided us with an endless gallery of fruit bowls. Today social media has created its own virtual food mountain piled high with image upon image of peoples’ dinners and future sociological historians will certainly wonder why. And

Beneath our feet the earth shifts and fidgets, like a classic case of ADHD, playing with tectonic plates, the planets very own, home-grown fidget toys. The simile ‘as solid as a rock’ looks pretty silly considering the world below is constantly in a state of flux. It’s slow but continuous as the continents drift and

The art you choose to surround yourself with tells the world your story. Of course, everyone will interpret the story differently because they are seeing it through their personal psychological lens but it stills gives people an immediate insight into your character, values and background. And it’s very powerful even though these messages are received

Halloween is not about fear – it never was! Engendering genuine terror was never the raison d’etre of Halloween even during its many metamorphic changes since its origins in the Celtic festival of Samhain more than 2,000 years ago. Modern day Halloween has been given the “Disney” treatment with images of cutesy witches, friendly skeletons

Listen Live Repeat is inspired Renk’s greatest and longest love affairs – her relationship with music and dance. From classical ballet training to exploring contemporary dance to the background beat of her favourite tracks keeping her company at work and play, Listen Live Repeat is a celebration of music experienced through the visual lens of a conceptual artist.  20 muses stand before you from

The UK adores its cultural idiosyncrasies but many worry that we are being consumed by an American tidal wave that has us tripping over MacDonalds and Starbucks on every street as we watch another Hollywood TV box set on our smartphone designed by, wait for it, Americans.

Working parents have watched their salaries disappear into holiday camps that cost the equivalent of a small country’s annual national income.

The origins of Valentine’s Day have been lost to ancient myth, urban tall tales and wishful thinking.

I have never been the type of traveller who pops a couple of t-shirts, some knickers and a tube of sun cream in a teeny tiny rucksack, ready for a lovely, long holiday in the sun. I feel I have failed my feminist roots by being unable to go away for even one night without