Colin Fell

My first passport was to me a thing of wonder. Robust, and black, it felt like a small book, expressive of a nation state which still...

In her right hand, right being traditionally associated with correctness, orthodoxy, skill, dexterity, the young woman is holding a...

One unknowable and undated day in about 1860, someone stood amidst the bloody abbatoirs of Penzance’s Bread Street, surveyed the rough...

One presumably hot afternoon in Greece, about 2500 years ago, a man stood trial for his life. Aware that the death penalty awaited, the...

It’s 1818, and a man stands on a craggy, perilous alpine peak; beneath it and around it swirl thick clouds of mist, apparently rising up...

In the chaos of 1918, a few months after the Bolshevik revolution which would transform Russia, a middle aged man boarded a train bound...

In a sealed room, somewhere within the bowels of the earth, a woman named Vashti, is lecturing to her unseen listeners. She’s been...

Scene i An ordinary room in an ordinary house. Except for the presence of books, piled high against the walls, and spilling out in...

Scene: an antechamber of King Boris’s castle. Strewn around the throne are copies of daily newspapers, many with red tops. They are...

Running has been associated with pain for as long as I can remember. As a child resentful of his given name, I was permanently on the...

When I first lived in Penzance, my next door neighbour was a tiny, seemingly ancient lady, who scarcely spoke in more than a whisper, and...

When I was a dull, sulky, introverted 15 year old schoolboy, we were given a book called A Choice of Poets. Poetry, surprising as it...

Being confined to the house can do strange things to the mind, none stranger than to provoke the desire to do violently creative things...

Before me on my desk as I write is a thin sheet of orange plastic. It is the outline of what was, to a child growing up in England at the...