- Venue
- University of Sunderland
- Location
- North East England
Degree shows are all the same; everyone moving slowly around – lone molecules careful not to bump into one another incase of some uncontrolled natural response.
There’s an air of pain; the very best work of three years stripped of the magical unfinishedness, though it was clear, nearly always, how far it would go, but now, sadly, there it is.
And there’s stuff that’s fine; you can live with it, talk to it, it’s not going to change the world – another flower in summer. Maybe there’s one or two pieces each year that will bear fruit….
Even so, next time I’ll wear black ’cause nearly all of it is going to get buried.
