Author: Mary-Ann Stevens

My character, made with plasticine, slips in the sink. Things are running down the drain. I think of my thoughts

She doesn’t care what she looks like, she doesn’t care that her teeth are crooked, she embraces being a woman

I softly press the piano keys, and flip open a Beethoven manuscript. The notes stare at me and got me

During lockdown, applying lipstick is like applying war-paint. I am going into battle against the virus, where we must stay

Cup of tea here! There is nothing like a good cup of English Breakfast Tea. It has to be English

Lockdown has forced people to look at living differently than perhaps pre-covid. Quite literally we might be more inclined to

And so Duffy curls up in bed. It’s hard to tell if she’s asleep or even relaxed at all. Her

Inverting colourful carefree flowers into a black and white still. Use of colour comes to mind, as it instantly speaks

Just relaxing! Resting on two bananas, there is some suggestion of precariousness, where she might literally fall off the bananas,

I am avoiding crowded spaces, I am hiding behind a white mask and pull on the not so subtle surgical