Caught in the slipstream
“If you’re riding a bike along a highway and you get close to a truck, its slipstream will pull you along effortlessly. But if you try...
Drowned
The endless rain comes every day at the same time, torrential rain that pours in sheets, accompanied by claps of thunder and flashes of...
The yardie boys do it well
Trinidad’s Alice Yard It’s Friday night in Port of Spain. No doubt, as on any Friday night in any city around the world, people are...
Gordon Espinet: “I had spent my whole life drawing faces”
I was born in Trinidad in 1961. My math is very bad, so that would make me 26! I’m the last of 13 children — a nice small family. I...
High Like The (Orange) Sky
I wasn’t expecting it. I never understood the screaming hysteria, swooning, and sobbing that seem conventional behaviour for thronging...
Art buzz (January/February 2004)
A calendar of their own An artist friend once told me the two things he needed most were space to paint and money with which to do so (it...
Edwidge Danticat: finding her way home
I have never met Edwidge Danticat in person. Until I interviewed her a few months ago, any knowledge I had of her came from her fiction,...
The Jewels of Jasmine Thomas-Girvan
She is a collector of things. Her studio is littered with sundry buttons and beads, bits of rotting wood, mushrooms, feathers, flowers,...
