New York calls.
A curator has invited me to show some of the 99 in a small gallery in a small hill town outside New York. It’s great, because it means that whenever relatives ask what I’m working on I can say I’m putting work together for a show in New York. It doesn’t matter that it will cost a fortune to send work over, and bring it all, (probably unsold), back again.
The important thing is that from now until August I won’t have to hear the words, ‘get a job’.
