Guy Martin, one of the sculpture winners of the Marshwood Vale Magazine Arts Awards 2013, was brought up in a household where famous sculptors were regular visitors. He met Katherine Locke to talk about how he came to be blessed Read more »
An artist who paints every day to a disciplined schedule Julian Bailey talks to Mary Talbot
From small beginnings Bridport’s Film Festival, From Page to Screen has grown in ambition, confidence and stature. Maisie Glazebrook was there when last year’s curator Jonathan Coe handed over the reins to Francine Stock.
Although very much a local band in the West Dorset music scene, The Sidekicks have taken their unique brand of party music throughout the country thanks to word of mouth praise for their gigs over the last ten years. In Read more »
As a youngster he was always taught to avoid discussing religion and politics in the pub. So, over a cup of tea, Fergus Byrne talked to John Burton who has written a book making a case for science. John Burton, Read more »
Film director Bill Forsyth doesn’t watch a lot of movies. In fact, a boxed set of about a dozen classic films, given to him by a friend a few years ago, makes up the bulk of his DVD collection. His Read more »
Singer songwriter Sarah Gillespie continues to strike out beyond musical boundaries, deftly using her love of words to highlight tricky questions. She talked to Fergus Byrne.
Selection is at the heart of Alex Lowery’s way of painting. Elements of place are distilled, the image is reduced and concentrated. Mary Talbot meets the artist that gives the banal and ordinary a surprising beauty. Look at an Alex Read more »
Maf, a Maltese terrier, given as a present to Marilyn Monroe by Frank Sinatra became her constant companion for the last two years of her life. Katherine Locke talked to Andrew O’Hagen whose new novel looks at a fascinating moment in American culture through the dog’s eyes.
Felix Dennis doesn’t believe he’s going to live to a ripe old age. It’s something he’s been acutely aware of for a very long time. He is now 63 years old, has had at least three very close brushes with death already, and abused his body to such a degree that there is sometimes debate on whether he has lost, not one decade, but two. As we sit drinking a pre-lunch rosé in the kitchen of his flat in Soho, he chain smokes and prowls the room like a caged beast, snatching gulps of fresh air from the tiny veranda he likes to call his London garden. “It’s titchy!” he exclaims, as he gazes across the horizon. “It must be the smallest garden in the world”. One imagines his voice booms across the Soho rooftops, disturbing the occupants of tiny bedrooms, where many past tabloid headlines were born.