Lives Lived


I have a house full of sick kids, a badly leaking toilet, no money and less than 48 hours til I pack my art into the car and whizz it up the motorway for my first solo show.

You know, I had a specific idea of what my first solo show would be like - fab opening, work I was proud of, loads of mates by my side.... instead it's going to be thrown together, half-finished art, me on my own chucking it at a wall and then shooting back down the motorway. What a weird life it can be.... perhaps I shouldn't have called it Lives Lived, perhaps that was just too much of an invitiation for the gods...
