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HYP: Alice Denny
Throughout my life, naturally, I have seen my beloved town change. However, I have never felt change taking place at such a rapid rate as it has done in the…
HYP: Samara Jayne Martin
Who are you? Imagine living a lie for the first 28 years of your life, because I did. On the surface I may appear to be exactly what you’d expect,…
HYP: Remi Duangphrachanh
I am the Second Generation Rémi Duangphrachanh, 29Migration brings visible and invisible change. New populations come and settle, their stories are not told or can be dismissed. For each family…
HYP: Nour El-Din
I’m Nour El-Din, I’m 28 years old. I have four brothers and one sister. My parents are good and benevolent people who sacrificed a lot for our comfort and did…
HYP: Michael Amos
Dungeness is, without a doubt, one of Britain’s most extraordinary places; with its vast shingle peninsula, abandoned structures, two lighthouses and a nuclear power station, it has much to offer…
HYP: Merlin Betts
Together, Alone “The wall is such a loud canvas, sometimes it hurts my ears.”I was invited to do this. Possibly I'd complained about it early on and then later there…
HYP: Marah
Perpetual rain mixed with the booming of the artillery. The women were terrified, and the children were crying as if someone had taken their best toy away from them. Sarah…
HYP: Kathryn Sutter
Loneliness Social media ruled me. The comparison started when I was young - everyone else on Facebook seemed to be having such a fun time: they have perfect hair, why…
HYP: Josie Barnes
Women in the Hastings Fishing Industry Today Women in Hastings’ 1,000 year old fishing industry have always supported the men by selling the fish whilst the men went to sea,…
HYP: Joe Charrington
Stemming from a interest in the local East Sussex lore, Beneath Mercia, a photographical body of work by photographer Joe Charrington, searches for traces of the past, forever etched in…
HYP: Exgsosa Zubi
There’s a charm in seeing a world that lives just a little beyond ours, Patterns and structures powdered in the etchings of chalk and crayon, The playground is our canvas,…