The thing about art is that it asks of us everything. An artist brings to the moment of making - as painter, as actor, as welder, as dancer, as poet, as playwright, as draftsman, as precision tool engineer - every memory, every fine-tuned muscle, every last drop of knowledge and experience and focusses them all in the act of creation.
What is hang about? I cannot tell you. What happens in it? Even after watching it, I do not know for sure. Everything in this play is a little elusive. Facts, motivations, even names, place and time. Yet this is a play that plunges headlong into a dark situation where victim's justice is taken to its farthest point.
There's nothing new or groundbreaking about speaking to people, even in a world of ever-growing virtual interactions. But I think that's what's baffling. If it's so normal and easy (and the benefits outweigh the effort) why aren't we doing it more often?
Ok. Own up. Who is it? Which of you is it that keeps buying tickets to watch films in 3D? There must be some of you out there that have been to see more than one movie with the added dimension, because the cinemas keep putting them on and studios keep making them.
It's not just the story that has been overhauled but the production design too. Out have gone the Grecian robes and sandals to be replaced with a sparse set and simple, contemporary clothes.
And as I (along with thousands of others) plan to travel to a muddy field in a far-flung corner of my Diocese in the early hours of Monday 15 June 2015 to celebrate the 800th anniversary of the "greatest constitutional document of all time", I do so with renewed confidence in the role of the Church and the Judeo-Christian tradition in shaping the values of our democracy
Poppy Pickle's imagination tends to get her into trouble with her parents. But no more so than when her imaginations begin to come to life. There's bags of humour both in the words and the illustrations for little ones to revel in here.
Violence and Son, by Gary Owen, has given me twenty-hours of full brain gymnastics. It turns up another secret or question or punch to the face every time it ticks back through my thoughts. Teach it in every single school now.
Sexuality and shoes have always been deeply intertwined and a part of this exhibition is stylised with sultry red velvet textures and deep maroon colours. It screams seduction. But the pieces on show demonstrate how sex and fetishism have influenced footwear.
Drat! He's done it again. But how? You Are Dead, the best-selling author Peter James' 11th annual offering about a fictional British detective, Roy Grace, may just be his best yet.
Just five days after its Kickstarter launch his first project, a short film called ANNA, has raised more than half the funds needed for production
Everyone has the ability to be a critic, yet no one seems to likes criticism. In this instance, the author of a self-published book responded in the worst way possible to a bit of negativity online, with the hysterical statement that a one star review amounts to defamation.
Gypsy, the musical based on the life of burlesque striptease artist Gypsy Rose Lee and her mother Rose, is rightly considered one of the greatest m...
'Wake Up, Sir' is a genuinely brilliant novel, a neatly crafted slice of literary chaos with some heart-warming tenderness added to the mix.
If you're a traveller looking for something that takes a richer and more longitudinal approach; a business person or civil servant looking for insight beyond the usual Dos, Don'ts, honorifics, platitudes and rituals; a student of the humanities and social sciences wanting something more grounded in the world today; or a seasoned dinner party socialite and pub quiz pro looking for a global Zeitgeist to boost your social capital - then this is definitely the book for you. There's plenty to learn, it sinks in easily, and this is the sort of book that you'll find yourself marking-up and folding page corners on.
It's a bit of a problem though - how nice it all is. Adam Barnard's play Buckets, a series of scenes mediating on death, life, happiness, hopes and dreams, often feels like a chocolate selection box full of tweeness, and that's without even mentioning the set compromised of flowers, balloons, and a kid's slide.