Lerato Maduna

Lerato Maduna, one of a new crop of young documentary photographers, focuses on the similarities and the challenges South Africans face today. With the advent of democracy, rural people left their homes for the cities. Her two compelling essays, Meet O Makhelwane Bam (Meet the neighbours, my neighbours) and Meet the neighbours, are both statements about the need for understanding and bridging the language and historic divisions that Apartheid created among migrant workers.

Sachiko Abe - Evening Performance

Permanent Gallery Brighton

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"Simon McKeown, one of the UK’s leading digital artists, was named DaDaFest Artist of the Year 2010 for his work ‘Motion Disabled’ which was projected in 17 countries globally yesterday on International Day of Persons with a Disability, including the side of the St Georges Dock ventilation shaft."

artinliverpool.com, is a must see website for everybody interested in the UK art industry.

By the time Art in Liverpool was established, in 2004, by Ian Jackson and Minako Jackson, Liverpool had reached international focus and was now celebrated for it's vibrant and confident art scene. Tate Liverpool was firmly established and the Walker Art Gallery’s exhibitions had become less formulaic and had more popular. Progress had also been made at grass level with the impact of the Liverpool Biennial. Not only did Art in Liverpool have an interesting art scene to talk about, but their potential audience undoubtedly covered a cross-section of society that 10 and certainly 20 years prior would not have been interested and they continue to communicate with a flare and density that few sites deliver.

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Mark McNulty Photography
www.mcnulty.co.uk/2010/a-long-night

Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I'm now a man and I must have a house that's all my home."
"I can't give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I've nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

Antti Laitinen