Tis the season to be...

Loved seeing some of Derek Jarman's Black Tar paintings.

The urge to touch & sniff was very strong.

Well worth a visit, at the Amanda Wilkinson Gallery in London.

100% yes I want to block that shit.

Is pruneface dead yet?

My new hat is going down a treat in the office and generated enough discussion around language use. Waiting to be told not to wear it by managers.

Think the next one will say "Riddled"

Keeley Forsyth & Matthew Bourne were so good at the Attenborough Centre that taking a photo during the show would have ruined the entire ambience.

Here is a telephone instead.

Impossible to articulate how much I hate this...

Leigh Bowery @ Tate modern was worth the trip.

The coffin room in Terezin concentration camp.

Daphne Orams "Oramics" machine.

Nothing beats cold hard cement.
#brutalism

I hate snow because I look gay enough walking down the street without all that slipping and sliding bull making me look even gayer.

A death row "Panty Swatch" from Aileen Wuornos' underwear at the Serial Killer exhibition felt pretty low in an otherwise "enjoyable" exhibition. The absence of anything belonging to Myra Hindley was also notable.
Here are festivewishes from Rosemary West...

From the vaults: Seixal, Portugal Nov 2021.

Thinking of Derek Jarman on the 30th anniversary of his death.
We were robbed of brilliance.

Was asked to do a talk at work so decided to do one on Therese Frare and Rosalind Fox Solomon's photographic work on HIV & AIDS in the late 80's/early 90's. When I did the first walk through it surprised me because it almost made me cry. It was a pleasure to do and was incredibly well received.