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Thursday…The History of Modern Medical Science ( Part 3 )

April 20, 2017

Filed Under : Art - collaborations - colour - moving stills - Museums - short poem films - The History of Modern Medical Science - trips

In this third week of my work with The History of Modern Medical Science, I wanted to look at a recurring theme which seem to run through quite a few of the stories from Witnesses To Modern Medical Science.

It became apparent to me that the element of hobbies, external interests and passions often lead to a greater understanding or insight into some aspect of research.

Professor Estlin Waters for example was an epidemiologist ( the branch of medicine which deals with the incidence, distribution, and possible control of diseases and other factors relating to health. ) as well as a keen naturalist and spent time on the island of St Kilda  writing notes for ornithological journals about birds, particularly the wrens, and grey seals and he could later see the connection with monitoring wildlife to population based research.

( below is the Witness Statement from Professor Estlin Waters, Senior House Officer – MRC Pneumoconiosis Research Unit )

In my case, there was an overlap between counting birds and epidemiology. I had been interested in birds from a very young age but I was also interested in the scientific side of birdwatching, especially bird migration and bird numbers. When I was on St Kilda I wrote about a dozen papers and short notes for ornithological journals and for the Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London on various aspects of birds and on the grey seal. I was interested as a naturalist. At that time I didn’t have any real knowledge of statistics. It was my birdwatching that kept me scientific during my medical student days. I used to read some of the bird journals; the medical journals were too heavy to read as a student. I don’t know how some of our medical students now manage, but they can and do. I felt the teaching we had at London was not very scientific, it was more of an apprenticeship: I do this, so you do this. The birdwatching kept me critical of the scientific side of things. When I joined the MRC it was very much the other way round. It was the epidemiology that was the scientific side, and I think I have been able to apply a bit of it to my birdwatching. The two have run together, one perhaps ahead of the other, but the two are related. I think that someone who wants to count wrens on St Kilda has got something in common with someone who measures the haemoglobin level in a population. My experience of working alone on St Kilda and writing papers on natural history probably helped me when starting in medical research.

I was inspired by his witness statement to take a trip to my local Natural History Museum in Brighton; The Booth Museum. I also wanted to look at some wrens close up as he had been so intrigued by them.

The whole museum is like a historical exhibit in itself, being primarily full of Victorian stuffed animals, and collections of insects and minerals… While I was there I also wanted to look at the collections of butterflies and moths as there were another couple of stories relating to them…

Professor Peter Harper, medical geneticist, describes how important it is to sometimes stand back from immediate specifics in one field, whether that’s serology, paediatrics or obstetrics for example, and look at it as a kind of research problem from first principles. He describes how Sir Cyril Clarke, a physician and geneticist, was particularly talented in this area. He says in his witness statement:

Workers in genetics use model organisms all the time, and now in human genetics one shifts, as indeed Cyril did then, between one species and another without much trouble. We know the genomes are all very similar. I think Cyril may have chosen butterflies as a rather unorthodox model organism, and I am quite sure one of the reasons he chose them was because they were more enjoyable than something like Drosophila ( fruit flies ) to work with.

I was also interested by the statement below from James Lovelock, who then worked in the Common Cold Unit, about how Sir Christopher Andrewes (  the virologist who helped discover the influenza virus ) used to take the researchers to the New Forest looking for butterflies as entomology was his sideline:

One of the things I remember most fondly about the days at Harvard Hospital were visits from the parent institute in London of Christopher Andrewes, Forrest Fulton, and other scientists, and there would be the most long and intensive discussions on the virology of the problem. Andrewes had a wonderful trick of suddenly coming into one’s lab in the afternoon and saying, ‘I say, would you like to go for a walk in the New Forest?’ He had a car and, of course, in those days very few people did, and we would be driven into the New Forest and he would be carrying his butterfly net, because his sideline was entomology, and there, while walking along the path, one would talk about what experiment should be done next on the common cold.

I really loved looking at the butterflies and moths as amazing and incredibly detailed manifestations of design and which then in turn completely inspired a new project for me into silk scarf designs, and so although I have taken the aesthetic qualities of something in nature, I can absolutely see how a scientist could look at the genetics of an insect and be inspired to take their research into areas they may not have considered before.There was also a witness statement which made me think how much easier life is, especially for the medical profession, now that we have plastic.

Now plastic isn’t something I usually get excited about ( although there’s a great song by The Beautiful South you can listen to here about Tupperware and Plastic! ) but reading about how it has basically revolutionised work in hospitals is staggering, and to imagine life and health care without it it is actually a bit scary. The fascinating witness statement here is from Professor David Galton ( physician and secretary to the MRC working party on Leukaemia )

I think very few people below a certain age can remember our working conditions in the early 1950s. For example, nowadays people use butterfly cannulas for intravenous transfusions and they can do all kinds of things with them. In our day we had dreadful glass syringes; they had a central nozzle and there was no way you could get into a small vein – we always had to use the cubital fossa veins. If we wanted to put up a drip, for example, we had to rummage about in a great cardboard box where there were lots of rubber tubings of different sizes, and we had to fit these up and stick them into a glass rod that fitted into a hole in a cork in a bottle – we didn’t have any plastic transfusion equipment. All this took a great deal of time.
and Dr Pamela Davies, ( consultant paediatrician ) who worked in Neonatal Intensive Care describes how essential the introduction of plastics was for their department:

In 1962, Victoria Smallpeice in Oxford started feeding babies who weighed 1,000 to 2,000g at birth early, with expressed breast milk. The relatively newly available polyvinyl feeding tube passed into the stomach was a great advance over the teaspoon and ‘fountain pen’ dropper. An enthusiastic young nursing staff showed that even ill babies could be fed small amounts frequently from soon after birth with indwelling tubes strapped in place.

This was of particular interest to me as my son had been in intensive care immediately after he was born, and I remember those feeding tubes leading to his stomach, which I hated, but which were helping to keep him healthy. This story made me realise just how much I personally take for granted with these recent advancements which weren’t available before the 1950’s.

And there was one story, connected to plastics:

Dr Ethel Bidwell ( research scientist in blood coagulation ) was working in Haemophilia research in 1950 and was helping pathologist, Professor R G Macfarlane, to devise new ways of treating haemophiliacs. She had to collect blood from the local slaughterhouse for her research and only had her Vespa to transport it. It conjures up a bit of an odd image but illustrates again how important plastics are:

I went down to the slaughterhouse on my Vespa motorbike and I came back with a large glass container. I got concerned lest I tipped off my motorbike and tipped blood on the floor. People don’t realise that plastics were only just coming in. It cost me about the equivalent of a week’s wages to buy a plastic container to put the blood in so that it wouldn’t break on the road to Oxford.

And finally there was a short witness statement which, as a very slow reader, I found really interesting ( and which inspired me to create a tiny stop frame film ), from Professor Alan Baddeley ( Director of MRC Applied Psychology Unit ):

At the Applied Psychology Unit, John Morton, among other things, used to do some research on speed-reading, at least he used to do practicals on speed reading. This would involve all the students being encouraged to bring a paperback book and to read it for x minutes, followed by a period when John would urge them to go faster and faster and faster, and demonstrate then that they could actually read a lot faster, and that there was nothing very magical about it. It was just that we tend to read slowly – it’s a habit.

Speed Reading stop frame film below…

Just  to go briefly back to what I said earlier in the post about being inspired by butterflies but in a slightly different way from Sir Cyril Clarke, here are some of the patterns I’ve created from elements of this particular post which are now silk pocket squares. I had absolutely no idea that this project was going to lead me into designing a selection of textiles, and I’ve really enjoyed the fact that my passion for aesthetics has been able to be informed by genetic research, epidemiology, early plastics and the psychology of speed reading!

Next Week I’ll be focusing on various elements of comfort within modern medical history including pain relief, native remedies and advancements into home care.

You can look at the visual Steller Story version of this post here my instagram posts here and some of my Pinterest inspiration for the whole project here.

You can also find out more about The Modern Biomedicine Research Group funded by The Wellcome Trust, on their website here , their Facebook page here , their YouTube Channel here and their Twitter account here.

Sunday…with Weekly Snaps

September 25, 2016

Filed Under : Arrangements - Art - Autumn - Brighton - colour - cycling - exhibitions - London - My Home - short poem films - texture - The Shed - Weekly Snaps - workshops


I’ve not been quite on the button with my Weekly Snaps since the Summer for some reason..I’ve been having to play catch up on a few weeks, this being another…anyway, here’s 2 weeks worth of them!

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You can see the Steller Story version here and book a December workshop here


Sunday…Weekly Snaps

August 21, 2016

Filed Under : Art - colour - moving stills - My Home - short poem films - Summer - texture - trips - Weekly Snaps

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I’ve got slightly out of sync with my Weekly Snaps, but here’s a selection from the last 10 days…Photo 12-08-2016, 11 05 15 Photo 13-08-2016, 11 46 16 Photo 14-08-2016, 08 04 43 Photo 14-08-2016, 09 37 37 Photo 16-08-2016, 08 43 01 Photo 16-08-2016, 15 45 32 Photo 16-08-2016, 20 12 27 Photo 18-08-2016, 10 08 39 Photo 18-08-2016, 13 07 23 Photo 19-08-2016, 09 41 05 Photo 20-08-2016, 12 22 47 Photo 20-08-2016, 22 32 55 Photo 20-08-2016, 22 35 40 Photo 21-08-2016, 18 26 33Photo 18-08-2016, 18 24 10 Photo 14-08-2016, 11 40 07 (1)Photo 20-08-2016, 18 21 46

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Photo 21-08-2016, 15 57 12 my son rigged up a slide projector in the bathroom…Photo 21-08-2016, 15 12 31 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 56 26 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 11 27 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 19 11 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 06 33 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 52 12 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 42 58 Photo 21-08-2016, 15 05 24

…and also a bit of Super 8

You can see the Steller Story version here

Saturday…with Moving Stillness

August 13, 2016

Filed Under : Arrangements - Art - moving stills - short poem films - Summer - workshops

Photo 13-08-2016, 11 46 16For a while now I’ve been playing around with movement within a still image…I had been inspired by an absolutely incredible Instagram account @ncour where he combines collage and extraordinary movement.

I’ve always been a massive collage fan and whenever I have a bit of a creative block, collage always helps as the images always dictate the composition, rather than relying on an initial idea from me…and they are invariably funny and slightly suggestive so I usually end up being really silly with them which helps…as you can see below! 


I also saw this post here on the @lockhatters Instagram account, which I completely fell in love with.

So…I endeavoured to find a way of working to create moving stills…

I spent days and hours googling and testing and trying to find ways of making it work which was really hardcore computer slog. I was surprised that there didn’t actually seem to be an app out there which was exactly what I wanted…it seemed like complicated photoshop methods on YouTube were the only way I was going to achieve what was in my head, and I’m not that skilled in photoshop and don’t have the time to spend going on a course, ( although it is tempting when you have visual ambitions! ).

Then when I fiddled around with a very simple app I found, I felt like I had found some sort of magic; like a ceramicist who’d suddenly developed a unique glaze…hence my ‘magic circle’ type silence on the situation!

But I’ve been asked such a lot now about how I create them, that it sort of feels churlish not to share some of what I’ve found, and with the rise of ‘Stories’ on Instagram, I’m enjoying the shake up it’s rattled inside me, and has reminded me that Instagram has always been my virtual art class where I started, early on, with some really wonderful and inspiring visual voices; to name just a few  @famapa, @kbasta @sandrajuto @elf_girl @passeggiatayu @msuze @pardalote and @piccolotakesall…these were my class mates in the early days. @kbasta for example was one of the original single tree photographers on IG and always seems to combine a Mark Rothko-esque composition within beautiful natural contexts from Chicago, @passeggiatayu was one of the people who opened the door to Japanese photographic aesthetics, @famapa just has the best and unobtrusive contemporary eye on everyday life and @sandrajuto has always seemed to me to quite simply be the template for every creative lifestyle account I see.

What I would say is that being inspired is always a double edged sword…it invites a degree of plagiarism which is often quite frustrating and difficult to handle, but which, in this digital and always ‘positive’ virtual world, we must process silently…the world of image and idea sharing opens you up to all this and when those big brands do it to small designers it always makes me feel sick…and I think the only way to combat it in a creative way is to keep moving creatively, keep looking and discovering and as soon as you feel like you’ve ‘got it’, move on, even in tiny steps ( this is advice to myself as well by the way! ), so what I would say, is take some of my still movement tips here but play around loads with it; make it your own…make it unique!

I’ve never been very good with hashtags but I thought maybe I could for this so we can all share the ‘art class’ and feel like we’re all connected…so I thought perhaps #gentlemoving_stillness could work, so please do use it if you decide to create one of these #moving_stills ( there’s another hashtag! )


So, finally… the apps I use are: GifX, Flixel and more recently Lumyer. I won’t give a tutorial because I think playing around with an app in your own way is the best way to discover your own style…

GifX: this is a really simple app but you have to be prepared to be creative with both the gifs and the masks they provide you with and I would also recommend getting the in-app purchases. Don’t just look at the gifs on face value; manipulate them to within an inch of their giffness! The steam in the moving still below for example was made from a circle of moving feet!


  2. Flixel: This is a very sophisticated app which I haven’t explored enough yet. To get the most benefit from it you have to use a tripod and get the Pro version, but I sort of think it’s an investment into the future of my moving stills.
  3. Lumyer: I’ve only recently started using this app, but it’s brilliant, so I would suggest if you wanted to start playing with moving still, this is the app for you!

And that’s it really, although I also like to use sound as well, so you can add that after you’ve created your moving still.

Here are a few more of mine so you can look at how I’ve played around:


So the order of the day is be creative, mix it up, app-mash it up and find your own way!

Also a couple of other accounts to look at who use this sort of thing are as I mentioned before @n_cour, and also @this_is_the_house and @me_and_orla and @finelittleday You can follow @flixelphotos on Instagram too, for  lots of inspiration, and if you want to work more with making films generally, the Instagram queen of time capsules and boomerangs is @Xantheb who runs great online courses.

Happy stillness folks! 

( if you think a workshop on all this would be useful, just drop me an email at )



Saturday…with an Easter Table

March 26, 2016

Filed Under : Arrangements - collaborations - colour - London - short poem films - Spring

Photo 15-03-2016, 15 52 55 (2)I used to spend every Easter when I was a child visiting my Grandpa in the Lake District…

On Easter Day we’d always have lunch at an hotel which was really old fashioned and we were only allowed into the dining room after a gong on the staircase was sounded…

The waiter wore a short white jacket and didn’t need a notebook to take the order; he remembered everything which always really impressed us.

After we’d eaten there was a room, which overlooked the garden with the sea beyond, where coffee and biscuits were served. At that point my brother and I would escape; there was a big hill we’d roll our dyed Easter eggs down…my brother, who’s older, usually got a bit bored with simple ‘rolling’ and would take to bombing my egg until there was nothing left, until it was destroyed, and then he would decamp to the pond and round up strands of toad spawn and newts and get completely filthy.

I would walk around pretending I was a ‘good’ Victorian child…until I got bored too, and joined my brother at the pond. After a while I would run back to the coffee and biscuits room and report back to the grown ups about what he’d been doing. No-one was really interested in my reports; they were probably so relieved that they were having a quiet moment with a cup of coffee without us arguing and winding each other up!

In the afternoon I’d go for a walk, often in Cartmel, with my Grandpa and my Mum ( my Dad and brother would go back to the house to fall asleep in a chair and play billiards respectively…even though billiards was banned to my brother unless my Grandpa was present! ) and in the evening I seem to remember small sandwiches and the Antiques Roadshow featured heavily!

I grew up in Warwickshire, right in the centre of England, and even as a child I felt land-locked and claustrophobic by my home turf and though it was very pretty, I longed for these Lake District escapes; full of natural space, high fells, sea and lakes.

I still have a deep yearning at this time of year to be back up North, particularly at Easter…maybe that’s one of the reasons I enjoyed my recent trip up there for The Landmark Trust so much; it captured or at least helped me re live something about my childhood Lake District memories..Photo 25-03-2016, 15 58 38 So, Easter is genuinely something very special for me…it always feel like things are at last looking pretty, bright and hopeful after a long, cold and bare spell…

I mentioned in my last post about the #mystjames project which I’m currently working on, that Fortnum and Mason is in the St James’s area, and one of the brilliant perks of this project is that I was given a bag full of Fortnums Easter treats to play with on the table…

I love putting my compositions together; not only placing objects in pleasing combinations of colour, structure and texture, but also thinking about the emotional sense behind it…and there was something about the memories of my childhood Easters in the Lake District, my love of Spring, blossom, chocolate eggs and tea which inspired the images below…Photo 25-03-2016, 16 26 58 Photo 25-03-2016, 16 29 16 Photo 25-03-2016, 16 35 45 Photo 15-03-2016, 16 01 10 Photo 15-03-2016, 16 37 55 Photo 15-03-2016, 16 07 39 Photo 15-03-2016, 16 28 48 Photo 15-03-2016, 16 47 22 Photo 25-03-2016, 16 59 48 Photo 25-03-2016, 17 04 47 Photo 25-03-2016, 16 56 54

a bit of stop frame bag opening…

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You can see the Steller Story version here

Sunday…with the Calais Jungle and The Worldwide Tribe

February 28, 2016

Filed Under : collaborations - short poem films - trips - Winter

Photo 27-02-2016, 17 00 50It’s 01:22 am and I’m sitting in my car in a petrol station in Crawley…I’ve filled my car with petrol but there’s a long queue outside in the freezing cold to pay the lone attendant through the hole in the glass window. I’m in my car because the queue of slightly drunk men is really intimidating, and I decide it’s better to stay well out of the way until they’ve loaded up and left…

Two hours before I was at another petrol station in Thornton Heath waiting for Alice to come back with a bottle of water when a man randomly shouted at me through the window and tried to open my car door before I quickly started the car and drove away….

Four hours before, an Afghan man in the Calais Jungle had randomly offered Davorka and me a stack of hot, fresh naan bread he was carrying when he saw us eagerly looking at it…

And an hour before that, I’d been round a small fire with a lovely group of Sudanese men who insisted we sit down on chairs and share a cup of sugary clove tea with them…

I can definitely say I felt more intimidated at a couple of petrol stations in South East England than by anything in The Calais Jungle…


At the start of this week a group of us who knew each other via Instagram met at my house to knit some warm things for the refugees in Calais and which I could take across and distribute when I got to the Jungle.

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I didn’t know  what to expect at all from my visit, but wanted to be able to at least take something useful, and something which people in the UK, who cared about the refugee situation, could do at home and still feel connected…

I was going to Calais with Davorka ( from @tilly2milly on Instagram ) and Jaz and Jess from @theworldwidetribe. The World Wide tribe does amazing work on the ground at refugee camps and are working incredibly hard to raise awareness of the real situation the refugees are facing at the moment..

Davorka and I wrapped all the knitted hats on the Friday evening and got ready for an early drive to Kent to meet up and travel with Jaz and Jess and another lovely woman, Alice, who also came to the camp with us.

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I plagued Jaz with questions for the whole journey and probably only stopped when we pulled up and parked near The Jungle itself.

My initial surprise was that the camp was so much larger than I had anticipated…I had not anticipated that what The Jungle actually feels like/has a sense of is a small town…

I went to The Jungle not expecting to find something so civilised; something with such order, tolerance and definite community. Yes, it’s muddy and a patchwork of shelters and tents, but it has personality and a sense of humanity, just like any village, and it has all been built up creatively by hand, hope and kindness.

I also went wanting answers to some of those basic questions which people ask and which I didn’t feel fully equipped to answer…

“Why don’t they just accept assylum in France…they’ve been offered it?”

So, very simply, they haven’t in fact been offered asylum in France, they’ve been offered the opportunity to ‘apply’ for asylum. This means that if they stay in France and they apply for asylum and don’t get it, they will be deported back to their own country, for instance as Sudan is not at war, and is instead suffering from ethnic cleansing and genocide, they are less likely to successfully gain asylum, and if they are deported they will almost definitely be arrested on their return and face torture and death for leaving the country.

The people from countries at war may have a better chance of claiming asylum, but as the French authorities point out, it is not something they can guarantee…

“ but don’t they just want to come to the UK for the benefits…I’ve heard them interviewed and that’s what they say”

Well, it depends how  you interpret ‘benefits’…

If you are under the impression that these traumatised people; teachers, lawyers, students, musicians, people who are educated, who have jobs and who have not been living a third world existence out of tents and shelters in their own country, have travelled thousands of miles, lost friends of the back of trucks which didn’t stop to pick them up whilst speeding through the Sahara Desert, been robbed and raped by people traffickers and escaped machete attacks and torture in their hometowns are simply wanting to be in the UK for our state benefits, you have been grossly misinformed.

The benefits these people want from our country are the benefits we should be proud of; they are the benefits of the fairest system available to these people, a system which will not necessarily send them back to certain lifelong misery. They are not after our jobs, handouts and they are not here to frighten us or to try and take over…they simply want to be safe, and the UK offers more safety and fairness, if you make it here, than lots of the other European countries…the UK really does feel like a promised land, and not because suddenly they’re going to be loaded with free income from state benefits.

It’s hard to think of yourself in that position, put yourself in that terrifying place, especially I have to say, when you’re having a laugh with a 21 year old teaching student from Sudan who can’t understand why you wouldn’t like maths or physics, and who excitedly tells me that sounds even have colour!! ( to be honest I thought the chances of having a conversation about synaesthesia in The Jungle were going to be non existent!! )…and then you walk away, back to a car which is going to easily get you safely home, and you remember that he also said he thought his sister may be in Ireland, but he didn’t know if she knew he was alive or not…he didn’t have a phone number or know where she lived and he last saw her 7 years ago…

…and also that other question How come they’ve got mobile phones?”

All I can really say to that is, if you could have a mobile phone, or a smartphone in that situation you would, wouldn’t you?… If you were living in a shelter in a camp ( which you feel ashamed to be living in because you’re used to living in a comfortable family home ), and you could find a volunteer who’s managed to get some electricity running from a generator, a volunteer who’s installed wifi and a volunteer who’s managed to find you a donated phone, wouldn’t you take it and charge it up, call your family, your friends, and maybe even ‘someone who knows someone’ who can help you get into the UK…I know I would.

“Why don’t they accept the container housing offered?”

Having experienced the community in the Jungle and seen the containers which are being offered, I can personally say that they don’t look inviting at all; they look more like the child catcher’s come to town and they’re waiting to ’contain’ you. They look like they’re cages without freedom with certainly no sense of community like the camp has, and they are simply the next step to applying for asylum, they are not a solution, and there is no real safety or comfort involved. Having said that a lot of the women and children have taken this option, to keep their babies and small children clean and safe, but it’s not an easy option and is just as frightening as waiting in camp…

As the sun was disappearing we all ate at ‘Kabul Cafe’, a cafe run by some of the entrepreneurial Afghans in the camp, and had amazing Afghan food: spiced eggs, lentils, rice and warm naan.

As we left the camp, the sun had already gone down and I thought of one of the Syrian men who said he’d been asleep all day so that he was awake enough to be able to try and get across that evening…( some of these men try up to four times a week ). I thought of the Afghan man who was flying a kite which he’d made with his son, and who told us he’d been spared being robbed by traffickers recently while most of the others in the group he was with hadn’t been spared that indignity. I thought of the two teenagers we met who’d only been in camp for a few days and then of the men who’d been there for 7 months…

Our Sudanese friends walked us to our car, we hugged them, wished them Good Luck and they told us to be safe, and I got in the car and started on the journey home with a different sort of conscience…

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How Jaz manages to stay bright, cheerful, hopeful and strong whilst visiting the camp so regularly is a mystery…she really is amazing, and that’s obviously why they love her in camp, and she absolutely personifies The Worldwide Tribe.

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