Me, Paul and our Dad are all guitar players. Neither Paul nor my Father could bring themselves to learn how to tune a guitar properly so it was always left up to me to do it. There's still 3 or 4 of Paul's left handed guitars dotted between my Dads and Mothers homes. One was restrung for right-handers when we used it for a Bone Cancer…

"One Note Missing..." is a performance event to mark the start of my artistic residency at Unit 61. The evening will include performances from a collection of artists I have gathered together from all over the planet; a rare, wild and eclectic group of performers, musicians, live artists, dancers, actors and poets. I am honoured to be in their company.' - Marina…

It's Saturday evening, the performance is tomorrow and I'm auditioning for a new sibling. I'm wary about making this a project about me; my grief, my worries, my sadness. There is nothing in Paul, my memory of him, the way he handled his…

After bumbling around Hackney lost for 10min or so I finally find the right street and Lucy's Studio. I last spoke properly to Lucy during summer 2014 when she was organising several parties across the world linked through the web as part of a durational performance art festival based in Seattle. I was working at NozStock at the same time, and knowing how terrible my signal would become once amongst the green fields of Hereford I recorded a few video blogs as a contribution. I like Lucy,…

April 9^th

04:23 – MegaBus from Swansea to London. I've brought books but reading them makes me feel travel sick. I have a list of things to-do but it's four in the morning so there's no way. Instead I listen to a podcast about Jackie Chan. I'm not a massive fan of Jackie Chan's films, I've watched Rumble in the Bronx and a few…

March '15

I receive an email with from Marina Sossie, an artist and friend, who's just arrived back in the UK from her travels has been offered a residency in Hackney by Lucy, a mutual friend and artist herself. The three of us met in …

A: In an urn on Mum's mantelpiece.

My younger brother, Paul, was diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer aged 16. Despite several invasive operations to attempt to remove his rogue cells and gruelling rounds of chemotherapy I lost a best friend, music appreciation compadre and someone to wind-up endlessly with random noises and stupid jokes in the 0ctober 2008.

The last few years I've found it incredibly difficult to…