story – François Matarasso

The parliament of invisible people

You see them sometimes, late at night, cleaning offices for people they never meet; or unloading vans from empty bus

I’ve been made blue, I’ve been lied to When will I be loved? I’ve been turned down, I’ve been pushed

Migranland It is in the nature of artistic work to reach beyond the boundaries of language, culture and context. You

The speech of women There is a paradox, acknowledged by the speaker herself, in a woman giving a lecture about

For much of the British media, 2014 began with a panic about the opening of the UK’s borders to people

Documentary filmmakers have an obvious problem with everything that happened before the invention of photography. How do you make a

I was driving home through the Scottish Borders—like Debatable Lands everywhere, this lovely region is used to strangers—when I passed

Last night was the opening of Bill Ming’s exhibition at New Art Exchange in Nottingham, his first substantial solo show

Monk: An intellectual ventriloquist: that’s an oxymoron. Nina: What’s an oxymoron? Monk: Well if you don’t know, why did I

Yesterday morning, Margaret Thatcher died. Her death has been followed by an explosion of polemic, encomium and vitriol, about what