BY ALIYA PRICHARD-CASEY

APCURATORIAL

APCuratorial is a creative platform founded by Aliya Prichard-Casey, a transdisciplinary curator and recent MLitt graduate in Curatorial Practice from The Glasgow School of Art. Through APCuratorial, Aliya showcases her current and past exhibitions, offering a glimpse into her passion for contemporary art and place-based research. This platform serves as a space for sharing exhibition reviews, curatorial musings, and collaborative projects.

Aliya's curatorial practice focuses on the intersection of art, context, and spatial manipulation, reflecting her commitment to engaging audiences in new and innovative ways.

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ONGOING PROJECTS…

AP Poetry is a newly emerging platform for sharing poetic responses to art, life and love….amongst other things.

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Taking inspiration from nature...

I stand,
almost in two,
The fissures Before you,
A silken cobweb,
Lays waste to my frame,
Their ebbing a shame,
Across the coiled  planes of my beams,
And deep down, within, the fragile clasps of my seam

Taking inspiration from nature... 🍂

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Taking inspiration from nature...

A gentle bend,
Should not feel so infinite,
Not little in spite of size,
Nor not blinded are the wise,
To the curve of this,
The undulating fold of a kiss,
A bent little twig,
Hung above the soot,

The final day of November marks the end of my #poemaday challenge❄️
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Before November,

They started from a feeling,
But now sometimes I’ve

For November,

The penultimate day
Casts a shadow today,
Across my mind
& all its planes
I think of You,
And clutch you close
Despite the wheels of time casting you, a ghost.

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For November,

I’ve been playing with Others as of yet,
Alive this time, not lest I forget,
As their petals rot, not dry,
Their stems a turn of brown and black,
Not ashen green,
But soft, and fat.
I watch them with dismay,
Perplexed and wi

For November,

They do not buzz,
Or hum sweet melodies
Not even one wee monotonous squeak,

They do not buzz
Not a sound in my ear

But despite their silence and their size,
I notice them not,
Not in a week,
Or a year,
But alas for one day,
Th

For November,

Four sides of a window frame,
& the flat surface of a windowpane

Provides what Little Lane of Light,
I get to see today.

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PREVIOUS PROJECTS…

A ticket stub, a nail, a cigarette packet – a discarded object. All objects we held in our hands but not in our hearts. It is the shared attraction to such from which this exhibition came forth.

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BY ALIYA PRICHARD-CASEY

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