Spent yesterday making posters for my show - cutting up old catalogues, sticking down images, writing in ink around the image- they look like a poor 6th form project and today I think I may not put them up. Not that it matters; Im approaching the people I want to come. I suppose the hope is that a passing stranger may find 6th form projects irresistable. Sigh.
In brief, the terror begins... The Terror is what Peter Clossick calls the solo show experience. Its not rational.
Absolutely no work being done though Im cleaning the studio in patches, going through old drawings, trying to find out where I am.
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