I love rice. No for real. She’s a versatile queen. In Bangla, batt means rice and it encompasses everything. Whenever you’re asked in Bangla if you have eaten lunch or dinner, you’d be asked batt khaisos ni? Have you eaten rice? It’s a question that accommodates even if you didn’t literally eat rice. But let’s get straight to theContinue reading “Lessons in rice”
Building on “notes from a baby freelancer”, here’s my follow up to what I wish I knew about arts office jobs
Grief is the familiar monster friend that’s on your back. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe until someone is graduated into it when their beloved dies. You never want anyone to experience it, but you appreciate those who have done because it’s the silent nods, the tacit awareness that they get it. They getContinue reading “my little grief manifesto”
So for the nobordongs out there, here are my top 10 inconveniences.
So it’s been 3 years since registering as a sole trader and deciding that yes, definitely, I do want to work in the arts. I’m procrastinating a little by deciding to write this, but I hope it helps people who are starting out.
A lot. But mainly that we shouldn’t rely on charitable acts for things which should be universally provided. No kid should worry about what they can and can’t afford. They all deserve the world.
“How can museums have a bereavement-informed approach when talking about the legacy of the British empire?”