HYPHEN - CATHY @hyphencathy - Tumblr Blog

This collaboration has been a great opportunity to change perspective on my own work, learn how to communicate my ideas and find ways to balance two minds in one project. It's been a pleasure working with Alice, a very talented writer; I hope to find new ways to collaborate in the future. The final exhibition has been a lovely way to conclude this experience. -Tania

Hyphen-Cathy exhibition, an amazing final piece made - a true collaboration.

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Screen-printing the finals for the display.

Writing

Writing -Cathy

Noise Busy tube

Noise Dialogue

Silence

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Silence

It was always packed at Paddington at four so much so that Cathy considered as she always did getting off of the tube and continuing her time-wasting by foot for today especially that would slow down time nicely but the train was already moving off and Cathy had found her seat her favourite seat only person in London her mother always said to love the tubes she settled her book on her lap and faced the blank pages they were always blank these days her eye was caught by the flicker of a mouse tail nearby it was the shoe lace of the boy next to her scattered in artistic disarray across the floor his sleeves were slumped at his side and his baggy jersey straightened and creased as the body beneath sighed to the beating hooves beneath the train eyes were closed beneath the brim of his hood but Cathy knew he was not asleep probably just pretending she peered closer at the laces under the rims of her glasses they were an ombre of mud and dyed nylon the result of a thousand careless wanderings maybe late at night in places you wouldn’t expect mud to reach like a corner of Camden or a dark alley in the East end under spider-webbed streetlamps that block out the stars she turned back to her page but her eye was caught again by something falling nearby she scratched that something fluttering nearby it was made of paper but it wasn’t a shopping list and it wasn’t a letter that much she could be certain of it was something official a ticket of some kind maybe it was for the cinema from the date-night of a failed romance or a train ticket one to visit someone who lies ill a grandmother with her eyes barely open waiting hopefully desperately expectantly for her grandson to arrive to say his goodbye but will he come will he ever make it if this ticket lies abandoned trodden into the chewing gum and dust to leave her waiting always waiting?

Gently, Cathy reached down and picked up the ticket to give back to the boy.

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