The hanging


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

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