Augsburg: Beer for breakfast and other people’s art
I started my sixth day in Augsburg with beer for breakfast. Happily I wasn’t partaking in morning drinking alone as a wa
White Paper Two: Cross Stitch City
Sew. I don’t really sew. The art of brandishing such a tiny needle makes my neck ache just thinking about it. But there
London: The Fourth Plinth: “Knitting girl! Knitting girl!”
Yesterday morning I was art. It was all the fault of Mr Antony Gormley, whose cast-iron sculptures scared the bejesus out of h