I first went to NYC in 1984 on a four day art residency. At the time I was living in a small hamlet of about 20 estate cottages. My neighbours were sheep. It was a pastoral dream. Going from this environment into Manhattan was a culture shock to say the least. I was born in London and have visited many other big cities and so this big city was no new thing but the Big Apple was something else. The energy was electric, the people eclectic and in the city that never sleeps I felt energised and alive. I have loved the city ever since and find it endlessly inspiring.

 

 

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