Voyeur or Voyager by Hinchcliffe and Hodgson
July 7th, 2008 | No Comments
The Mayor of London sold me an Oyster and I took it to South Kensington.
July 7th, 2008 | No Comments
The Mayor of London sold me an Oyster and I took it to South Kensington.
April 1st, 2008 | No Comments
You can’t get a signal for a mobile in my local Morrisons [...]
March 13th, 2008 | No Comments
Eleven and half. Autobus very busy. Estoy harta ya.
March 12th, 2008 | No Comments
This is the brief but tender story of the fella who had a thing about his SatNav.
March 8th, 2008 | 1 Comment
Pete’s ode to the trauma of putting together your flatpack furniture.
March 7th, 2008 | No Comments
A truly moving piece - it had the room completely silent, transfixed.
January 3rd, 2008 | 1 Comment
He was just a cat, when I first met him. He sniffed round me, unsure of me, then warmed to me when I offered him peekaboo fingers round Jude’s gatepost
December 4th, 2007 | No Comments
Ben comes into the kitchen and immediately there is a relief that we are alone [...]
October 19th, 2007 | No Comments
The phone call should be a clue as to what Joey is like. But I have already spent a long time weaving a beautiful and detailed tapestry in my mind of what Joey is like and I am satisfied with the result.
October 19th, 2007 | 1 Comment
Pete performed this live on the night using our wonderful screen and projector.
October 19th, 2007 | No Comments
Momento Mori by Hinchcliffe and Hodgson has been inspired by the painting, ?Man with Skull? by an anonymous follower of Jose de Riberra.
July 5th, 2007 | No Comments
“3, 2, 1, and you’re on air”
“Hello this is John Fortescue-Smyth, BAFTA award-winning journalist reporting today for the BBC from flood-ravaged South Yorkshire.”
July 5th, 2007 | No Comments
Letter from a portrait, by Hinchcliffe and Hodgson has been adapted from L.S. Lowry’s ‘The Firewatcher’ (1943) which can be seen currently at the new Weston Park Museum, Sheffield.
June 7th, 2007 | No Comments
Nobody really knew who was the first person to encounter the hanging men that morning, but there were hundreds of them, hovering over each crossroads and meeting place, town entrances and exits, the doors to the Hall and the lanes down to the beach.
June 7th, 2007 | No Comments
Inspired by a Pierre Bonnard painting of a female nude (belonging to the Graves Art Gallery) but not currently on show, Minty Bonnard describes the agonising and protracted departure of the young woman’s lover early one winter’s morning.
You had to go. You couldn’t stay. I don’t know why.
You held me close and, as the morning [...]