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The By-Any-Other-Name Virus Story

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

The By-Any-Other-Name Virus Story With no idea how she got there, or in fact, how anyone could get there, Maggie concluded she was in an Art House film. Or she did later when it became possible to ask the question, when curiosity returned to help separate herself a little from the scene. Less a key player with no insight and more an observer looking through blurry perspex. Either way, the paint of the cupboard was drifting slowly downwards, picking up some of the blue and red of the person next to it. Tonally congruent, the pigment became dilute, going from … Continue reading The By-Any-Other-Name Virus Story

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Steyning Arts Trail – Beeding Chapter

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

On the verge of Day Three of my first arts trail and I’ve found that time evaporates between chatting to visitors and co-exhibitors, and dashing into the tent to put everything upright again after successive gusts of wind suck the tent sides in and out like a cosmic hokey cokey. As far as I know, it’s all still there so I’ll be off to sit to attention under a camper-van awning and brace myself to take charge of dog, cats, and chickens while Jill goes off to check out some venues in Steyning.   Chuck chucks with fluffy knickers 🙂 Continue reading Steyning Arts Trail – Beeding Chapter

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Literary artiness

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Some of the prints on sale at The Basement are from my book, Not Being First Fish, which is on sale at Steyning Bookshop. Also on sale there is Fat Mo, the cover of which I painted at school when I was about seventeen. I’ve manipulated the colour in Paintshop Pro and added the text (obviously, or that would have been well prescient!) Fat Mo is alternatively available from here where all the revenue goes to a charity, Respond, that supports adults with learning (intellectual) disabilities who’ve experience sexual abuse and exploitation. As you might imagine, Fat Mo is not … Continue reading Literary artiness