I’ve been working on what I once described as an artist statement, but which has grown in such scope that the label doesn’t suit it any more. Now weighing in at over 25,000 words, it is now best described as a sort of collected musings, diatribes, polemics and suchlike, centred around my art practice. It’s an unknown number of edits away from being anywhere near presentable so in the meantime, here is something I came up in the aftermath of our moving out of the slug-infested cottage. These bits are greatly embellished sections that may or may not have been cut from letters to a former landlord, landlord being, of course, not necessarily gender specific.
Many people have asked me how things are going in England, hoping to hear fabulous stories of our Second Grand Overseas Adventure (the first being our Japan junket). Sorry to disappoint, but I’m finding England to be simply dreadful.