The gavel slams onto its pedestal and the audience bursts into applause. All around them, the gallery is buzzing with conversations from its many occupants, who mingle amongst the different paintings, photographs and sculptures that reside in this beautiful and luxurious endless white room. At the back, beaming with pride; stands Oscar Johansson. He’s the artist behind all this work… even though most of it was created by ‘something’ else.
Like all relationships, it was based on a commonality; a relational glue that binds two people together. For Beth and Stew, it was their daughter ‘Holly’ that was the glue that held the relationship together. But what happens to the relationship when that glue goes away? Did they ever really know each other?
Can they survive a personal tragedy such as this?
A pigeon race, as every fancier knows, begins with a basket. But with a hundred different finish lines, each one a backyard loft, when does a pigeon race end?
In 1913, Charlie Hudson entered one of his pigeons in a race from Rome to England. On the day of the big race a storm blew in and a thousand birds were swept away and never seen again. Apart from one…
Have you ever stopped and wondered about the colour of the things that surround you? For example, have you ever thought about why an orange is called an orange? Was it named after the colour, or was the colour named after the fruit?
Chances are you might not consider the colour of the life that surrounds you as very important; but it wouldn’t take much to shift your reality around.
Adam and Suzanne are in love, but a question about their sexual past leads to jealousy and mistrust, which they must somehow overcome if the relationship is to survive. However the specter of Thatcherism casts a long shadow across the decades, highlighting the class divide between the couple, as they both have to come to terms with their own expectations from life, and each other…
When her son Tony, a comprehensive school Teacher, is sent to prison for abusing one of his 14 year old female pupils, his mother Christine is plunged into a nightmare.
Set against the backdrop of her visits and letters post sentence, her confusion soon turns to anger as she is forced to examine her true feelings for her only child as his denial and minimization brings with it a realization that their relationship must change if it is to survive the sentence and beyond….
We all knew the commander wanted medals. But us? All we wanted was to be in our homes, in front of the telly. We knew he wanted recognition, but was it really worth another pointless Argentine death on your hands? Back home, if one teenager is killed it’ll probably make the headlines. Over here; for us? It’s just another day at the office. How much blood has to be spilled before this thing ends?