Does the World Need Another One of Those?
And other questions which will either send you into flight, fright or freeze...
I have written before about how a comment made by a well-meaning visiting tutor at The Royal College of Art, stopped me in my tracks.
We were sat in my studio space at the Howie Street studios. My studio space was full of half-formed, half-finished things, and around them, the materials that were (maybe) being transformed. I was spending my time making negative clay shapes and casting them in cement. Dying old white towels the yellow of Xanthoria Parietina, and blankets the colour of blood red.
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