Personal essay about needing, finding and freeing space — “Ideas, representations or values which do not succeed in making their mark on space, and thus generating (or producing) an appropriate morphology, will lose all pith and become mere signs, resolve themselves into abstract descriptions, or mutate into fantasies.” — Henri Lefebvre. (1974/91). The Production of Space. Oxford: Blackwell Publishing…

WORDS NOT WALLS — 🙏🏼 CHOSEN FOR FURTHER DISTRIBUTION The mural displayed on the facade of DYSPLA founder Lennie Varvarides and Kazimir Bielecki's home was created by local Neurodivergent artist Shay Press. It is the first mural of its kind to be funded by Arts Council England in the Turkey Street Ward of the borough of Enfield, an area of high deprivation with little or no cultural activity. DYSPLA is an award-winning disability lead London-based arts organization, focusing on developing and producing the work of artists who identify as Neurodivergent.

Words, Not Walls — DYSPLA Founder, Lennie Varvarides speaks on why poetry is urgently needed in areas of high deprivation Before you begin reading this post, let me say that I am not an Education Specialist — but I am an expert on how society and schools fail people with Learning Differences through the work I do at DYSPLA. I identify as Working Class and my 7-year-old child attends a…

LIKE WHO? …I hear you ask…, well, like; Agatha Christie, F. Scott Fitzgerald, W. B. …

A free three-day festival funded by the Mayor of London that guarantees accessibility, inclusivity and a host of fantastic cultural experiences from disabled artists — The Liberty Festival is an annual free festival run by the Mayor of London since 2003 and promises to be an accessible environment with relaxed and BSL interpreted live performances, audio described visual art and quiet areas. …

Automatic writing — — The hammers… — The hammers… — The hammers… I keep coming back to them. To those hands — those brittle hands — holding up little symbols of hard labour …holding those hammers up. …

Morning poem — The sleep slips off — these days Loyal with routine — these days With focus — these days I wake with purpose — these days Read and walk — these days Spill my coffee — these days Still a mess these days. I draw myself out — these days With silhouette sleeves — these days A woman made of brush — these days are strokes As wide as hips — these days Shadows dance, — this shadow a dance over polished space — these days.

A child chorus — Where onions make you cry When flamingos need homes too When only mummy’s kinds words — will make it better. Where more money is needed Where food is always short When people need some help — and the bills never stop. Where people all need better When lack of sleep is…