The arts have a favourite myth: that creativity drifts as freely as a neighbour’s cannabis smoke, provided one endures a little aestheticised discomfort. It takes place in a charmingly decaying flat somewhere near the Thames, shared by five people, filled with second-hand furniture, mismatched mugs and at least one tote bag from a gallery opening.… Continue reading The Cost of Being Creative: Fighting Class Exclusion in the Arts
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