The Collective 2025 - the sound of art

Send us a textWelcome and a happy new year to one and all. In this holiday edition we kick off with a review of Martin Battye’s ‘Small Paintings,’ the Beer Mat Series, PrimeYarc, Market Gates, Great Yarmouth.Then there’s Paul Levy who introduces Tiny Scores; followed by an interview with David Lester about his forthcoming dramatic production at The Garage in January; Mary L

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Send us a textWelcome to the first Collective PodcastThe Art Depot NR3, Norwichfeaturing ‘the sound of art’This is a pilot for a monthly podcast to be broadcast on the first day of each month at midday. Running time of this episode is just over 18 minutes, though we aim to build up a magazine of 30 to 40 minutes per month.This episode features artist Dave Cassell talking about

Send us a textA search for a riotous exhibition or its spirit took me to Gustave Courbet in the 19th Century and a little publicised show of kinetic art in Amsterdam in 1961.

Send us a textThis first of seven talks on the arts looks at the rise and demise of Community Arts,

Send us a textHalf scripted, half improvised, the poet faces interrogation at the local cop shop. Was his poem in Pix 6 stolen and did anyone read Pix 6? Are all the poet's poems stolen anyway? And if he has stolen them, did he not then murder them? This is a Crime Busters fly-on-the-wall interrogation, not for the faint hearted.

Send us a textThe picture restorer’s invoiceUnder honeysuckle sprays, a cinder path runs up to the barn and around its brick footingsto a thick archway of clipped privet, through which lies the picture restorer’s door. He stands mixing pigments with linseed oil, cleans brushes with turpsand stares intently at the painting before him.A woman in rags looks up from the canvas to f

Send us a textStable Press, Haverhill Poetry Group, Ipswich Poetry Workshop and the Jubilee... with a poem, The Corn Dolly dole queue blues,' to round it off.

Send us a textFrom skimming the pit in the meat factory to riding the Lansing Bagnall across the factory floor, while trying to hang on to a dream.

Send us a textBack from Liverpool I returned to education, briefly, but was I born to tip my cap or was I a fire raiser after all?