I was visiting one of my daughters the other day, and she mentioned she’d been gifted a book, and she’d had to put it down because she was at the point of flinging it off the balcony.  

“It could just be me, though, mum. You might like it, and I’m maybe just being a dick. I don’t think he knows what he’s on about, and I ain’t getting some of the art.”

As she handed it over, I could see that I quite liked the art style. It was close enough to imagery that I knew I’d enjoy looking at, but I was concerned about the writing. Daughter hadn’t even got a quarter of the way through the book before her irritation had risen high enough to reject the entire thing.

The blending of old and new works well in this image. It is fairly typical of Kasia’s work in that it is rich in deliberate symbolism that communicates a message about a snapshot of either a situation or an emotional process. The title of the image, ‘Who Stole My Room of One’s Own?’ demands an answer. We have an obvious reference to the essay written by Virginia Woolf, who asserted that women must have money and space to write. She was referring to writing fiction, but over time, its meaning has evolved to relay something important to women across all artistic disciplines. It serves as a reminder that if basic conditions aren’t met, creativity will not flow. So, the title tells us that not only is something of fundamental importance missing, but it’s also been taken.

I kept seeing the above image in my head and tried to find it online. Despite knowing it was likely one of Brooke Shaden’s, I couldn’t seem to find it until the other day. It must’ve been the luck of the new moon. Brooke Shaden is well-known in her field and has produced some of the most familiar surrealist photographs in the last decade.

The artwork above was created by Blixxa, who I know nothing about. Although I know Blixxa has collaborated with Mrs White in the past, he was active artistically (on Facebook and DeviantArt, at least) between late 2014 and 2020. Some of the artwork has a slightly apocalyptic feel, and most of it is dark. I find this unpretentious image of a

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There were two reasons I was drawn to this image. The first was obvious; I liked the picture. The second was more of a kick in the belly from the cosmos, the ones that leave you wondering what the fuck you did to be taunted so mercilessly by life itself. I felt drawn to the title and the concept;

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