Today was wonderous, a different day to the rest, a bunch of artists, potential residency holders, went underground, 30 odd metres, under the Northern Line, indeed, we could hear every single train rattle over our heads as we stood below. We stood in vast, long, empty tunnels, surveying our studios. I weighed up how I would feel being down there there day after day working. I am undecided.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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