Why is it a happy domestic life is termed in 'picket fences'? Two point five kids, and stripes mowed into grass? I don't want that, I want open spaces Muddy labouring, and back alley go kart races. That's what we had as children, feral hair and dirt smeared, war painted faces, climbing hay bails and… Continue reading Picket Fences
Dear 'Future Kate', You've always been self-aware. Sometimes cripplingly so. But there's something about being unable to move around freely that really takes self-awareness to a whole new introspective level. 'Excess' seems now to be shadowing how we used to live our life. I wouldn't take on one project at a time, I'd take on… Continue reading Letters from Lockdown 36: Kate Briggs-Price
Original art and poetry by Kate Briggs-Price, freelance film maker and Masters Student.
Dear Granny, I cried thinking of you today. For the first time, no... the second. I cried at your funeral but I haven't cried since. Water for some reason hasn't been the way my grief in losing you has manifested. I have lost people before, you know on Dad's side of the family - but… Continue reading Letters from Lockdown 10: Kate Briggs-Price
