Took part in my first exhibition today. It was lovely and strange all at once. I went in early to help hang everything and I was really taken back by the amount of work/effort that goes into setting the whole thing up. Felt like I had just been to gym when the whole thing was over.
As cringingly gay as it sounds, I had an over-joyed, cloud-nine day and it has really spurred me on to keep trying. Mushy moment over.
Check out my Dad’s amazingly blurry photography skills. Kid parkinsons aged 50.