‘Illuminating Irresolution’, by Sean Medium
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‘EMBRACING THE DIS-EASE, DIS-ORDER AND CHAOS’, by Katarina Juvancic
Disease is a discord, friction, dissonance, a flatted fifth every righteous composer wants to avoid, but hearing it in music it makes the tune much more interesting and edgy. So, no, I don’t really believe in controlling or managing a disease as something external, as a bank account, or as a puppy that needs to… Continue Reading ‘EMBRACING THE DIS-EASE, DIS-ORDER AND CHAOS’, by Katarina Juvancic
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‘Singing Bones’, by Katarina Juvancic
Deeply submerged in the melancholy of the dying summer with my knees telling tales of the approaching cold and winter. My bones, surrounded with tumor necrosis cytokines causing acute and debilitating inflammation are dreading it. My body is a place of pain. My body is also a place of unutterable solitude, longing, and… Continue Reading ‘Singing Bones’, by Katarina Juvancic
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‘SHARING VULNERABILITY THROUGH OUR STORIES’, by Katarina Juvancic
I went to see occupational therapist today, as I am having troubles with my daily chores. She asked some challenging stuff and burst into tears when I talked about my medical past. Then she told me her most intimate and painful story. I held her hand and we shared a beautiful moment of vulnerability together.… Continue Reading ‘SHARING VULNERABILITY THROUGH OUR STORIES’, by Katarina Juvancic
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‘A Hidden Truth’, by Amy Hunter
After struggling with ear problems all my life and having two surgeries for Cholesteatoma in 2008 and 2015, a recent flare up has caused months of pain that is unexplained and has baffled my consultants. Having this on top of my original ear problems and cluster headaches sometimes the pain can make days difficult. This… Continue Reading ‘A Hidden Truth’, by Amy Hunter
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‘On Scarborough beach, I played football’, by Paul Allender
On Scarborough beach, I played football. This image is one of my new paintings. It is autobiographical and consists of two halves. One half reflects my early life growing up in Neepsend, an industrial area of Sheffield. The other half depicts me, as a child, on the beach with my football. by Paul… Continue Reading ‘On Scarborough beach, I played football’, by Paul Allender
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‘Hurting Haikus’, by Vanessa
Eight months of pain, guilt. Losing my movement slowly, Affecting my work.Pain in my hip, back, Encroaching on everything. Physio: please help.Boss can’t understand, Pretended it wasn’t bad. I used to be fit. Practicing patience, Trying to be kind to self. But some days that’s hard. by Vanessa [This image shows my legs in… Continue Reading ‘Hurting Haikus’, by Vanessa
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‘Outside In’, by Kendra Preston Leonard
The snow and salt on your coat suggests that you’ve been outside shoveling, maybe, or tossing snowballs for the dogs. But in fact it’s the dogs who have brought the snow and salt inside, flinging it onto your coat when they shake it away. Your coat hangs on the back of a chair and you… Continue Reading ‘Outside In’, by Kendra Preston Leonard
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‘Defining Me’, by Shanali Perera
I stumble I fall I break I mend I get back upI keep stumbling I keep falling I keep breaking I struggle to get back up I listen…I feel pain I burn I weep I scream I listen….I lose sight I lose control I lose meI ask myself Who I, Want me to be?… Continue Reading ‘Defining Me’, by Shanali Perera
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‘Ray’, by Philip Brennan
His hand closed up over the stretch of five years, and stayed like that till he passed. First the pinkie, as if winched towards the palm by an invisible string, and then the ring finger went, till his hand was frozen stiff like a claw. It was like it had slowly snapped shut, sixty years… Continue Reading ‘Ray’, by Philip Brennan
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