Dispatches from the Field

‘EMPRESS’ BY JACKY HUTSON ‘To other women the choice of clothes was a form of ingenious exhibition, a shameless seduction. To me, dresses were like a breastplate that I put on to set off to war against this life.’ SHAN SA

‘NOT READY’ BY MICHAEL HOWARD ‘Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be: Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell,—Persephone, Take her head upon your knee: Say […]

‘MONSIEUR LE RENARD’ BY MICHAELA HOLLYFIELD ‘In the hole lived Mr. Fox and Mrs. Fox and their four small Foxes.’ ‘I think I have this thing where everybody has to think I’m the greatest. And if they aren’t completely knocked out and dazzled and slightly intimidated by me, I don’t feel good about myself.’ ROAHL […]

‘CLIMBERS SERIES NO.5’ BY EMILY HILLIER ‘The moun­tain seems no more a soul­less thing, But rather as a shape of ancient fear, In dark­ness and the winds of Chaos born Amid the lord­less heav­ens’ thun­der­ing– A Pres­ence crouched, enor­mous and aus­tere, Before whose feet the mighty waters mourn.’ GEORGE STERLING

In his Reith lectures Grayson Perry called artists “Pilgrims on the Road to Meaning”. At New Blood Art we wanted to gain insight into our artists personal roads to meaning so we asked them 3 questions. – Stephen Todd The moment when you are at a party (for example) and someone asks: ‘What do you do?’ […]

‘DOG HOUSE’ BY JANE HANFORD ‘Dogs can never speak the language of humans, and humans can never speak the language of dogs. But many dogs can understand almost every word humans say, while humans seldom learn to recognize more than half a dozen barks, if that . . . Then there are the snufflings and […]

‘EMPTINESS-SING HER THE BLUES, 2015’ by DURA Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. MEVLANA JELALUDDIN RUMI

‘THE LIGHTHOUSE’ BY NINA GOLDSMITH ‘At that season those who had gone down to pace the beach and ask of the sea and sky what message they reported or what vision they affirmed had to consider among the usual tokens of divine bounty–the sunset on the sea, the pallor of dawn, the moon rising, fishing-boats […]

‘TIGER LILI’ BY CLEMENCE GASTAN ‘Bringing up the rear, the place of greatest danger, comes Tiger Lily, proudly erect, a princess in her own right. She is the most beautiful of dusky Dianas and the belles of Piccaninnies, coquettish, cold and amorous by turns; there is not a brave who would not have the wayward […]

‘UNTITLED (LEGS)’ BY SONJA DE GRAAF ‘I could of course visualize Lolita with hallucinational lucidity; and nursing as I did a tingle on my breastbone at the exact spot her silky top had come level once or twice with my heart; and feeling as I did her warm weight in my lap (so that, in […]