Meet Pete Rees
Pete Rees doesn’t have a self-conscious cell in his body. A few months ago I saw Pete at a party. He’d had a jar or two, but that’s not the interesting bit. He’d arrived two hours before the party was due to start…
Read More »Pete Rees doesn’t have a self-conscious cell in his body. A few months ago I saw Pete at a party. He’d had a jar or two, but that’s not the interesting bit. He’d arrived two hours before the party was due to start…
Read More »Truth be known, first time I met Kiya I was a touch scared. She seemed so brisk + efficient + quite clearly knew the art world better than I did. Mix in a little professional awe (such powerful artwork) I got the jitters. Wow, I thought…
Read More »I’m not sure what I’d do without Katie. You see, when she’s around, I can’t help but get over myself. We artists are a funny bunch. Ego’s, feelings, funny little patch protecting ways of being.
Read More »True story. A couple weeks back Anton Forde called me – to apologize. It went something like: Um, sorry I wasn’t exactly sociable the other day, I really am sorry I should have had better manners. Here’s the thing. A couple days earlier I’d rocked up all bustle + business to an exhibition drop-off, given […]
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