Quite an odd title, which gives the impression of an finality of sorts, and thats kind of what it is. Months and months of work and then all of a sudden, the things that had taken over your life and home have disappeared and are adorning the walls of another.
The house felt quiet and still when i returned last night.
on the positive side though, the prints are now up at the Tobacco Factory and they look really good, just about the right size which i was worried about, just enough in terms of numbers (which i was also worried about) – The metal set aside from the brickwork let them blend as well as stand out which and in such a big space, it was always going to be difficult to get everything to work together.
the opening reception is on Thursday which although i am still a bit nervous about, im confident that it will be a great night