After the opening of a first solo exhibition in a beautiful gallery, what’s there to do? I guess traditionally I should have stuck around, but having not really stopped (much) since the beginning of the second year of studying my degree, and for the first time not being a student, I though it the right time to flee the country! ... and when Marc asked if Otter, WellWasp and myself would care to join him, it simply made sense to do so!
So, leaving my 'home' of three years, my job of four and my first exhibition, four years in the making, behind me, we drove off into the smoggy direction on Middlesborough, skirting around it and strait on to London! Where the parties continued and the sleeping rough began: