November 2023 marks the end of The New Bloomsbury Set, a year-long Heritage Project supported by the National Lottery Heritage Fund. Over the past year Bloomsbury Festival has recruited 10 young trainees (aged 18 – 25) and worked with a number of venues,
The award-winning poet and playwright Inua Ellams performed his one-man show – An Evening with an Immigrant – presented by Fuel on Thursday 19 October as part of the Bloomsbury Festival. Born in Nigeria, he is a cross disciplinary artist,
26 ways of looking at hope 1. Sunlight through trees. 2. Gathering. Waiting. An opportunity to observe. An older couple sit side-by-side under the multitude of life captured in the Fitzrovia mural, filling the whole side of the building edging
My Train Journey Home Me: That burger smells amazing. Man on train: Oh it is – I’ve earnt it though. I ran a marathon today – in this rain! 26 miles man. Quite the day. Me: Wow. That’s
The following was written in response to interactions with exhibits, people, and observations at Holborn Library, observing the pieces named, “Reclaiming” with Carolyn Murphy; “Entwine: The Avocado Sculptures” with Ghost and John; “New Bloomsbury Set Silks” with Bloomsbury Festival &
Grow? Do I have to? I’m excited about Bloomsbury Festival this year. I have just completed “The Artists Way” by Julia Cameron. It feels like the perfect preparation for this years’ Festival theme: “Grow.” If you don’t know Cameron’s book,
Designs for Life by Suzie Inman Inspired by the theme of the Festival (growth) — and fed by titles found during a bookshop crawl through Bloomsbury with Bookshop Crawl UK — I compiled two very different reading lists for life.
My Story Everything is cyclical. I’ve come to realise that what goes around comes around. The shapes we form in belly dance are always based on soft, circles. The infinity symbol. Never ending shapes. As a teenager I used to
What will become of us after such an embrace? An echo verse. Breaking through shadows, and so it began CAN The first light of day, to the lapping waves, lost at sea WE between variations and preludes, they roar, also
‘A fine spring day. I walked along Oxford St. The buses are strung on a chain. People fight & struggle. Knocking each other off the pavement. Old bareheaded men; a motor car accident, &c. To walk alone in London is