Jun
27
to 18 Jul
I’m glad you’re here, just the way you are
Sometimes art making feels like an act of self-acceptance. What are these tangled, drippy, complex, funny things? They are you, and me, and what’s between us. They push and pull, unravel and stick together. They are proud and stand up. They are tired, and slump against a wall, their back drooping and moulding to what’s already there.