I suddenly have the largest studio I’ve ever had in my life. I feel incredibly lucky to have been given this opportunity to create new work, curate different pieces together and to gently infiltrate a brand new art scene. I'm supported by the Arts Council England.
Time flies in Newcastle, just as fast as in London.
I happened upon a verse that was anonymously circulated around Los Alamos just before the first ever atom bomb was tested.
“From this crude lab that spawned a dud. Their necks to Truman’s ax uncurled. Lo, the embattled savants stood, and fired the flop heard round the world”
It is to form a page from a publication I’m making to help plot my way through the residency. “From this crude lab” has stuck with me, even if their fears were unfounded and Trinity was a success.