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Sex Change Disco at Made in Roath and Garden of Earthly Delights

I  have been collaborating with my dear friend and artist Beth Greenhalgh and we have two performances coming up in Cardiff this autumn. First up our show Sex Change Disco will be at Made in Roath... Sex Change Disco: Beth Greenhalgh and Susie Wild Visual Art / Performance / Spoken Word / Disco pin Pet Shop, 2 Diana St Roath Cardiff CF24 4TS Friday 14th October, 6.30 - 8.30pm Free entry, all welcome  An image is burnt to the retina. A flash of something that lingers in my memory. It is playful, holds beauty, holds power. I will not forget it. Chocolate guns melt into fondue and singing, speaking mouths burst with colour. Things are revealed upon our bodies, words spoken to stillness and, in the end, everyone will dance. At the Sex Change Disco, the menagerie are mothing about the kaleidoscope lights, dazzled – flitting here a whirligig bearded lady, flitting there a boy with a girl’s arse – and, Fanny, sitting at the bar blasting

The Mothership Happened...

Hello Lovelies! So, I'm back from my time on the Mothership artist residency in Dorset and I thought I'd tell you all about my wonderful writing week. I'm grateful to have been given the space, views and time to reflect on current / new work and future longer projects. I arrived at Bridport Station on the Saturday afternoon and artist and residency organiser Anna Best kindly collected my mobile library and I and showed us to the studio space that would be our home for the week. After tucking my books, notebooks and laptop in, I tagged along with Anna for the Force 8 evening film screening that she runs (with Hester Schofield) in a chapel in charming West Bay, Bridport . Afterwards we walked the dog around the harbourside and then went on to another little art disco event afterwards, before returning to Copse Barn so that I could turn in early to get up and on with things the next day. Returning to the workspace in the darkness I was struck by the silenc