For itself – François Matarasso

In midwinter

In the northern hemisphere, December means winter. In Nottingham, where I am now, nights are long. Sunrise will come after

In January, I began an experiment in podcasting, following an invitation from Owen Kelly and Sophie Hope, who host an

“The vision of this Strategy, therefore, is of a country in which the creativity of everyone living here is celebrated

A few days ago, I happened to see a media article from a senior cultural figure in which they wrote

Over past year or two, I’ve had a series of conversations with people about books they’ve been working on. Some

Earlier this year, I decided to move to France. It was a painful choice, forced on me by the UK’s

I have a lot of conversations with, or about, young artists—people rather new to participatory work, even if they have

Like most people with a mixed heritage, I expect, I’ve had to think a good deal about identity—my own and

A few months ago, I had a call from Mohan Rana. His calls tend to come out of the blue:

A little over 30 years ago—in May 1989 to be exact—the Communist authorities in Hungary began to dismantle the barbed