Catherine Street

This festive season, try a fresh approach to looking at art… Follow the link to explore more and see what our support in 2018 looked like! ow.ly/xJny30mZ2IZ BEST WISHES FROM THE OUTSET!

And Tropicana no. 3 #Watercolour #painting

Tropicana no. 2 #watercolour #painting

You are on the inside what you are on the outside. Cloched in your white-walled cell: recidivism. #yourserratededge #micropoetry

Finished! Tropicana no. 1 #painting #watercolour #patterned #postminimalism

I have to learn that the future is continuous with the past. And although I yearn for it there may no sense to be made. #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting #artwriting

She said cockroaches down the spine-bone. She can't live without you. #yourserratededge #micropoetry

What are you waiting for @jeremycorbyn? We no longer have a functioning government. Let's end this chaos with a vote of no confidence and give the public a say with a #PeoplesVote.

A multicoloured honeycomb breathes out rosemary vapour as you lie back watching snooker #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting

Laying the groundwork for a new series of paintings: Tropicana

Run! Run! Run! Drop into the body. Run! Run! Run! Drop into the body. #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting

I falter, sleep is my anxious cradle #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting

After years of repression, I can come clean. I was a boy with a hole other boys stuffed themselves into. —Luther Hughes poet.ly/agQf30mRDFu

Mind spins out whilst the kidneys blurt. Worlds collapse as the bladder pinches. #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting

We enjoyed attending the preview of #PortraitsOfTheBrain exhibition last Thursday at #annerowlingclinic. The evening celebrated brilliant images produced by #multiplesclerosisresearchers and people living with #MS. Curated by Ana Rondelli, a scientist collaborating with #ASCUS

There's a way out of this Brexit chaos and momentum is growing every day. RT if think the way forward is a #PeoplesVote!

Withered hand with wine hued nails, a telegraph scribed onto the blank. Debris scattered and fastened with indiscernible yearning. Noir ink resurrected his name in her finest calligraphy. Letters formed an anthropology of convex grief. #Satsplat

From death's cold stone I breathe your fires alight! #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting

We were in ASDA and he said 'tongue of the pork'. #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting

I ran out ashamed and terrified when I realised that what I thought was my own shadow was in fact another woman. And the figure of the witch bends between two upright screens. #yourserratededge #micropoetry #creativewriting @talbotrice75