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I wrote my last two artist statements in the swimming pool. Stroke after stroke, words that refused to come to me before seemed to just appear in my head and form into sentences and then paragraphs and all I had to do is hold onto them long enough to write them down once I…
I’m not making any New Year’s resolutions. In fact, I don’t remember the last time I made one. Frankly, the middle of a cold dark winter is a pretty crap time to do that. I grew up in St Petersburg, Russia, where the January day is only about four hours long – if the sun is not…