The Dress
I love this dress. I’m not sure quite how I got it, but at some point in the early 80s my mother finally despaired of
I love this dress. I’m not sure quite how I got it, but at some point in the early 80s my mother finally despaired of
Two of my friends lived in buildings that were rented out at ‘affordable’ rents to artists. They have been moved on. I visited them both
What with one thing and another, the Prado is mainly warehouse of paintings of people doing shit things to each other in the name of
I write about work in progress, the work of other people and the occaisional random rant. The categories broadly link some themes as does the
I’m thinking a lot about portraits at the moment as I am collaborating with other trans-racial adoptees to create portraits that represent us in a