I saw seven or eight gallery shows today. They were good. No, they weren't, I am lying. One was very good, the rest sent me to sleep and I can't for the life of me remember most of the art work. I have a commission to make in the New Forest, the thought of leaving London sends shivers up my spine. I have another up in Newcastle too, I have never been there before and though I am scared to leave London again I am looking forward to listening to them talk-singing.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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