Working-Class Artist I grew up with a family heritage shaped by extraction: tin mining on one side, coal mining on the other and every other labour intensive work you can mention associated with these. The histories beneath my feet are not a metaphor - they are literal seams of labour, generation upon generation who worked underground so their children one day will step into the light.  Mobility was never a given; it was a grind, a negotiation, a hope carried forward despite

The ship descended through the cold atmosphere, cutting through the thin clouds that hovered over the frozen tundra. Its engines hummed softly as it made its approach, a small, sleek vessel dropping from the larger mother-ship orbiting high above the planet. The humans aboard had been sent to this barren world with orders: collect data, survey resources, and secure food supplies for the expanding colony. The planet had shown promise for a settlement, but only if they could ta

Susan Ballard was awake again, long after the ship’s night cycle had dimmed the lights. Sleep came uneasily aboard the Sophia, the first intergalactic passenger vessel in human history. Scientists back on Earth had warned them—without a planetary magnetic field, the human circadian rhythm faltered. The ship’s electromagnetic envelopes attempted to mimic the Schumann resonance, Earth’s natural 10-hertz cradle, but no machine could replicate what nature had perfected over milli