The Power & Beauty of The Mind Of Dean Malcolm— Spice & Sparkle In The Mud
<p>Myweekend was life-changing. I met a young man called Dean. I met him as I wandered through a creative space called <a href="https://theedinburghreporter.co.uk/2022/04/the-wee-hub-opens-at-ocean-terminal/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank"><strong>The Wee Hub</strong></a> on the first floor of the Ocean Terminal Shopping Centre close to the Shore in Leith, Edinburgh. Dean’s section of the Wee Hub pulled me in. I walked into it and Dean appeared out of the blue to guide me through his space.</p>
<p>His energy was wild. His story was even wilder. In the few seconds of silence in Dean’s space before he joined me there, I was in a state of ‘wow — what is this?’ The art was tribal, raw, passionate, damning, hot, cold, riveting and desperately powerful (the desperation WAS the power).</p>
<p>Dean began to tell me his story in quick spurts of vocal delivery. He explained with skill and authority what had prompted him to paint and sculpt his work. “I gut schizophreeeenia,” he said in his strong Scottish vernacular “I get voices in me head and I scream so lud to get ’em of te darkness. Art ‘elps me. It pulls me back, makes things OK.’”</p>
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