Amy C, Museum Education Professional, WRITER , ACTIVIST, QUEER.
A portfolio and online journal by Amy C, Museum Education Professional. Sharing original poetry, articles, artwork, and reflections on museum education, social justice, and personal values including feminism, LGBT+ rights, anti-racism, and equality. With over three years in learning and engagement roles, I contribute to Birmingham Museums Trust by fostering meaningful, inclusive experiences that celebrate diverse histories. My expertise lies in audience development, team management, and delivering creative programs that inspire a love of learning, particularly in the domains of feminism and the ancient world. At Birmingham Museums Trust, I led the development of impactful events such as the annual 'International Women and Girls in Science Day,' emphasizing collaboration and community engagement. My mission is to create accessible opportunities for learning while empowering teams and contributing to organizational growth.
Category: journal
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Overall Reception: Mixed to Positive The production has been described as a “messy” but “entertainingly messy” raucous new take on Euripides’ Greek tragedy [timeout] (https://www.timeout.com/london/theatre/bacchae-review) , marking the debut of new National Theatre director Indhu Rubasingham. Key Strengths Visual Spectacle: Critics praised it as a visually spectacular production with exciting sound and lighting, glittering, and…
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You’re 15. Sat on an uncomfortable, ugly, blue, plastic chair. In a circle. Facing your peers. You’re all exhausted. It is raining outside. It is November. It’s PSHE. You’re learning about rape. You listen to the definition. You suddenly feel violently nauseous. The room spins. And his face flashes across your eyes. You blink. Rub…
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Warm showers at the end of a long day. Those moments at 4 AM when you should really be asleep, but you dont want the night to end. Books. Music. Dance. Rain. Nature. Friends, real, genuine, friends. Patience. Laughter. Laughing so much it hurts. Not being able to stop laughing. Laughing when it’s probably not…
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Is congratulations what you say? When, after, what feels like an eternity. I resent the standards, I was held to. Both spoken, and in whispered conversations, overheard unintentionally. A knife in my chest, which I try to cut out by cutting deeper into my organs, but I can’t find the source of the bleeding, my…
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Worshipping the wrong gods, Not the state sanctioned, Approved, Male, powerful Gods. We are taught, no, Brainwashed to worship at their altar, kneel on glass and bear the curse with no complaints. Worship. (A lie, a fabrication, a tool to snuff you out like a candle at night) So, I bring you, Votives, Gifts, Offerings,…
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Ode on an Urn, on which someone who’s not got any talent at all (if you’re being honest) has painted a planet and a wonky arrow, it points to nothing. The label: ‘On living on Earth, 2025’ It’s their most prized artefact, for some reason. For most of my life the belief: that you had…
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Northern, Miner’s Strikes Protest is in my blood. Geordie accent, NHS workers, the Beatles. Beaches in winter, building sandcastles anyway. Billy Elliot. I try to force myself to assimilate, speak in Geordie or even brummy, never in my dialect, never in the tongue of my people. Never show them fear, you were born here. But,…
