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"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
A friend of mine is exhibiting some photies in September, so anyone in the London area (or anyone interested TBH)
Dear all,
I have the pleasure of inviting you to the SKIP INTRO exhibition, which will take place at P3, 35 Marylebone Road, London NW1 5LS (Baker Street tube station). The show will run from the 4th until the 9th September 2008 with the private view on the 4th September from 6pm.
My work entitled 'things not random', which was a runner up in last year's Young Shots Photographers competition will be exhibited there.
The show is independently curated by Elizabeth Upper and includes the works of fifteen artists representing culturally diverse backgrounds (we come from ten different countries). Many of the exhibiting photographers have been shown and published both in the UK and abroad.
Free drinks and snacks will also be provided at the private view.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Couple of recent ones, processed whilst hungover.. nothing better than getting plssed off with layers whilst wondering why our leg feels like it's going to fall off anysecond after attempting to loup over a six foot fence in dark wetness..
I give you the finger but you want the whole hand...
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I won't post pictures now as I feel I'm turning this a bit too much into my personal self-promotion thread, nevertheless, click to you-know-where, there's news