Mx.D.P

Well, I was chatting to my daughter about grief; it’s not easy, is it? Grief is like layers of an onion; you peel one off, and there is more underneath, raw and smelly, making your eyes water.

I’m not sure I like onions…

Gwyl Cariad is in its final week, and lots is going on.

I am trying to muster enough hotspur to go to the closing party, but I’m not sure I will. The Onion plagues me more at night or if anyone mentions it…

Borthfest had its first scheduled meeting on Saturday. It will run for 4 days, from the 23rd to the 26th of May; there will be some good stuff afoot and more of that later.

The Onion has caused me a lot of problems with creativity. As a self-diagnosed autistic person, I’m not sure that the two halves of my brain are correctly linked. I can talk/write about anything in great depth at the moment and not think of the onion, but if I try to create art, the onion appears…

MK sent me this …

I F8cking hate the word disability as it is the only society that ‘dis’s anyone! anyway, I asked the art brain if I could put something in this… The Onion got one on, and the art brain is having an angry moment… this is what it made…

Temporal Turn (2024-25)

Film by Mx.D.P.

A short art film exploring the intricate journey between a crip queer artist and their partner-turned-carer. As loving support gradually shifts into subtle control, their shared physical rituals become a complex negotiation of power, need, and identity.

Through an intimate collage this work witnesses how the crip body becomes both battleground and sanctuary. The carer’s seemingly protective mantras – ‘You need me’ and ‘See how you cope without me’ – echo through their shared space, at once comfort and cage.

When the carer unexpectedly dies, grief collides with a startling autonomy. In this absence, the tide turns, and the crip queer artist must glitch the system and reshape themselves…The film asks: When does help become control? A Temporal turn when the choreography of care abruptly ends…

Running Time: 2.50 minutes