I’ve finished my residency. I’d always wanted to take a residency, often mooning aspirationally over sun dappled cabins in the catskills, dorset boltholes and a long held fantasy of just jacking it all in, pottering around ibiza with a flaunted paunch and a paintbrush.
The reality of these things is always different. We always bring ourselves. Our idiosy…
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