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From around Scotland (specifically Edinburgh, the Borders and the Polish Scotland installation).

As you probably know, I suffer from chronic pain.  My stomach does not push food through properly so eating and drinking causes pain in my stomach and my bowels are inflamed with colitis (suspected Crohns Disease) ulcerations. I have recently been getting migraines that cause sight disturbances for 3 days at a time and my […]

For days I’ve been listening to the various sides of the gender argument calling for greater female representation on panels after a Yes group held an all-male panel. I think this is where I should mention that I’m both female and probably a bloody terrible feminist. I grew up with brothers.  A soldier, a lawyer […]

by Michael M Recently I was commissioned by an organisation, to create a piece of art in memorial of the many people killed in Hiroshima on the 6th of August 1945. The direction given to me was that the piece is to be as true now as it was back then, without “attacking” those who […]

 by C.C. Hamilton   When I got involved in the campaign of Independence in 1986, there was next to no one speaking for us. There were a few artists like Pat Kane who stuck their head above the parapet and a few noisy politicians, Sillars, Salmond Wilson etc and that was about it.Well, those were […]

  by Jaz Dunnichen   3.33   In a red digital nailed night, raw in booth and claw it’s half way to the Devil, and a third of an emergency call. Omnia insomnia waits for whatever damn Godot turns up.   4.44   At two thirds of the Devil of a known unknown and an […]

(Balloch March) by Jaz Dunnichen     Out of the horizon come behemoths drawn to light, Earth shakers awaiting a master’s voice obedient. An older and a wiser man steps on the crossing and lies down disobedient.   Two young policemen make a collar from a generation conscripted into Hiroshima Nagasaki McArthur and Korea Bikini […]

by R Ritchie “I see you’ve got a Yes sticker on your car” came the slightly accusatory comment from a casual acquaintance I bumped into on a recent trip to the supermarket.  “Yes I have”, I replied. “You know you’ll lose your free prescriptions if Scotland goes independent?” was the next comment. Oh here we go, […]

  by Jaz Dunnichen     Ken thon Latin soonds richt braw ween Scots is better tho naw? Syne wha daur medle wi me kin o’ sums up whit wi gie.   For fechts dinnae gang leukin, face doon aiples whan dookin, sing saft but mind wha ye are – dae thon an ye shoud […]

by Jaz Dunnichen Contermacious yir Pictish quean an loon. Charrit an airms Tam, no aft laid doun. Breuked a braw stour an aft pentit thairsel tae set tae Romans, flichtermice fae Hell.   Sic Hadrian biggit thon faur-kent dyke seein tae as the wather wiz dreich like. Gin Antoninus biggit anither ane- gaed fae Forth […]

by C.C.Hamilton Yes Picnic I love the idea of the Yes Picnic that is being planned for the 29th July. Don’t get me wrong I am realistic enough to know it will probably pish doon wae rain but it is exactly the king of gathering I was talking about a couple of weeks ago about […]

by Jaz Dunnichen   The Stygian dawn of Thatcher’s children loomed out of the maw of the South the day he spoke clear again to me by the Tay this mighty Clyde built man of then orator of another river’s ken whereon he’d employed with time’s truth and lay those ancient trusted Greek arts to […]

For days I’ve been listening to the various sides of the gender argument calling for greater female representation on panels after a Yes group held an all-male panel. I think this is where I should mention that I’m both female and probably a bloody terrible feminist. I grew up with brothers.  A soldier, a lawyer […]

by Michael M Recently I was commissioned by an organisation, to create a piece of art in memorial of the many people killed in Hiroshima on the 6th of August 1945. The direction given to me was that the piece is to be as true now as it was back then, without “attacking” those who […]

 by C.C. Hamilton   When I got involved in the campaign of Independence in 1986, there was next to no one speaking for us. There were a few artists like Pat Kane who stuck their head above the parapet and a few noisy politicians, Sillars, Salmond Wilson etc and that was about it.Well, those were […]

  by Jaz Dunnichen   3.33   In a red digital nailed night, raw in booth and claw it’s half way to the Devil, and a third of an emergency call. Omnia insomnia waits for whatever damn Godot turns up.   4.44   At two thirds of the Devil of a known unknown and an […]