I stomped off to collect my rejected Jerwood drawings today. As I wrapped them up I heard a voice from behind, "hello!" I turned and there he was, X from years ago and from a month ago. He had ignored my emails twice, my response was "why don't you and the Jerwood ***** off?" Undeterred he asked whether we could have a coffee, certainties are all important at times like these, and with another "**** off" I stomped off.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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