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Jane Samuels
@janesamuels.bsky.social
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Mancunian artist and writer. Geography, ecology, place and politics, prolific drinker of cheap whiskeys. Inventive dancer.
PhD Candidate at the Centre for Place Writing, MMU.
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She is one of a few cis women I know who aren't fem and who are increasingly being attacked in this way. This is why THIS is so dangerous to cis and trans folks. Just. Let. People. Pee.
A tweet from J.KbRowling, encouraging people to photograph and report people who are perceived not to belong in the toilet they enter.
June 24, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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"So anyway, I said, these biscuits are stale mate". I was going to eat them anyway, y'know, but he needed to know.
Peggy, a small furry terrier, sits on a stone path at a pub. She is definitely mid-sentece.
June 10, 2025 at 10:37 PM
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Just when I thought I couldn't dislike Meta more:
A Facebook post from writer Michael Rosen, relays stopping to usher a cat from the road, and another driver stopping, and saying "I taught Eddie". Eddie is Michael's deceased son. Beneath, Meta AI adds a list of intrusive links to click, that when pressed, add no new information, just regurgite and sometimes misrepresent the original post. "What happened to Eddie? Did the cat run away? Did the driver explain? Was the driver upset?"
June 8, 2025 at 12:05 PM
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Tonight's progress. Time to sleep.

#artwork #artist #drawing
Spring wild plant drawing, in black ink. Grasses, dandelion, wild strawberry, violets, wood sorrel, bluebells, jack by the hedge, primrose.
May 31, 2025 at 12:45 AM
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Whenever I'm working on a large and detailed piece, there's always a point I'd rather eat my own eyes than ever see the fucking thing again. And pass me the salt.
A large spring drawing, made in pen. It is a riot of spring wild plants and it can fuck off. The same cursed image, but closer.
May 30, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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Norfolk, before the roost came to fill the sky.

#photography
A blue house sits beneath winter trees. They are reflected in foreground water: stark white like the sky.
May 30, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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Peggy popped to the pub to see some of her friends last night, and it was absolute chaos.
Peggy sticks her tongue down a woman's ear. Peggy is a blur on the shot. People are seated on upholstered pub benches, and are pulling the sort of face you pull when a small dog keeps launching herself at you. Peggy is having a chaotic hug from a woman on the benches. Peggy, still a blur, gets a tickle from another of her friends.
May 30, 2025 at 11:30 AM
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It is night time, and raining. A red, illuminated bus shelter is centre top of the frame. It has a bench, and is framed by trees. Infront of it, a straight band of road runs across the frame, wet and reflecting the red, beneath which grass is studded with yellow buttercups.
May 26, 2025 at 10:44 PM
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Dorset, January. The promise of a lost spectre.
A simple methodist church with a pointed, pitched roof and porch. In the foreground, a lawn is cut with a path that leads to the door: long shadows stripes the grass.
May 26, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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Back to the drawing board. I might actually finish this thing in the next month or so.
A large drawing board with an A1 paper sheet, on which spring flowers are drawn in black ink. Pen and ink drawing of spring flowers. It is crowded and riotous, with dandelion, grasses, clover, wild strawberry, jack by the Hedge, bluebells, primroses and violets.
May 25, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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Do you ever think "man, I would love to curl up, listen to the sound of swallows above, and nap in there". Because I really want to nap in there.

I am very tired.
A broken down shed sits in the woods. It is surrounded by tall nettles and tall, thin trees, buried in deep green. It is roughly square, painted a weathered blue thst is all but gone. It is patched with chaotic panels and lengths of wood. There are two crooked windows, covered in mesh. It looks like a great place for a nap.
May 25, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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Hurrah! The fair has arrived in Todmorden!
A silcocks van and trailer is parked on the green of Todmorden park, where there are fairground rides set up. It would usually say "is silcocks" on the side. However there is a door open in the side of the van, making the sign say "ITS COCKS!"
May 25, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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On the up side, my PhD thesis has meant no time for drawing the past few years, but my drawing board is still in Lee's room.
A pen and ink drawing of spring plants. Clover, grasses, bluebells, wild strawberry, jacket by the hedge, primrose, dandelion.
May 23, 2025 at 12:46 AM
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So he's been home a week! We've cancelled all our plans and he's stuck in a windowless room for a while, but he's doing ok. We have equipment, a district nurse for wound care and staples removal, and I've learned to give him injections every day.
Peggy looks up at my hand, holding a full syringe and needle. Lee sits in bed with Peggy.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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He spent the next two weeks in hospital. He lost a lot of blood and his blood pressure was too low: for the first four days he passed out constantly. In the meantime, I dismantled my studio and turned it into a bedroom. Painted, built a bed, made the utility into a bathroom of sorts.
Ladders infront of a partly painted wall. It's a sort of terracotta. It's all I had. 😀 Bits of a flat pack bed, ready to be built. My artwork, stacked up to move. A semi finished room. Bed, rug, overbed table.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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Lee had broken his hip and absolutely smashed the head of his femur. The nurses said its the worst break she'd ever seen. The surgeon said it was more like Lee had fallen from a building (he slipped on his arse). They operated for five hours and rebuilt his leg with rods and wire.
An image of a path and a tunnel of trees.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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A dear friend drove from Bury to Morecombe, picked up Peg and I and drove us to the hospital, where Lee was exrayed. When the image came through, there was silence and then a whistle. Oh fuck. The paramedic came and shook Lees hand "you're incredibly brave, mate. Wow". Oh fuck.
An image of a path through a meadow.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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We waited an hour for first responders and then both Morecambe and Arnside Coastguard arrived. Then the helicopter and they got morphine into him. Then they called the land ambulance and added ketamine. Finally, they could move him.
An image of the air ambulance.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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We'd been there 15 minutes a few weeks ago when Lee, out of sight on the beach, fell. I heard him yell. Thought oh oh. That sounded bad. For a little while I couldn't find him and when I did, I was calling an ambulance before I even spoke to him. He'd only slipped, but his femur was suddenly curved.
Rescue teams stand on the beach surrounded by medical equipment, in each of these images. The coastguards talk amongst themselves.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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Lee and I have been heading out to Heysham. There are the remains of a church: saxon bits and earlier bits. There are graves cut deep into the cliffs there and on the beach I found a glass stopper. Layers of time. Peg went off lead for the first time and the sun has been shining. It's been gorgeous
The beach is brown, made of small rocks. Beyond, is the outline of cliffs and in the foreground cow Parsley is beginning to froth, white. Six outlines are cut into flat rock at a cliff edge, the shape of heads and shoulders. Post holes are cut, that once held wooden crosses. Beyond and below, the sea is blue and cold. The remains of a ruined church. The still working church, next to the ruins, surrounded by a grave yard.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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Hello! It's been a while. I've been busy writing, stone bothering, walking and then three weeks ago it all went rather to shit. A thread:
Three coastguards stand in blue overalls and helmets on a stoney beach. A yellow air ambulance is waiting just beyond.
May 22, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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5: This little bean being so proud of her find.
My little Peg dog, punky white mohekan on her head, carries a massive chunk of weed.
April 6, 2025 at 11:25 AM
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4: Coming back from being outside to see the demonstrations in the US yesterday.
A protester holds a sign that says "I didn't grow up listening to punk to bow down to a dictator". An alien view of thousands of people marching through New York.
April 6, 2025 at 11:25 AM
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2: Seeing the wildflowers returning for spring. This butterbur and the first Jack by the Hedge got me.
An alien looking butterbur flower head. Gently pink, it looks much like a little toilet brush. This one grows surrounded by yellow flowers of primrose.
April 6, 2025 at 11:25 AM
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Things that have made my menopausal ass cry this weekend:

1: This beautiful deer.
A path though woods, spotlight with golden light. A deer is grazing the low lying branches.
April 6, 2025 at 11:25 AM