I somehow knew that this painting was going to be a bastard. For whatever reason, it just didn't want to happen.

Even although it's now safely tucked away at Black Rat, I wouldn't be surprised to hear that a fraction of their ceiling fell in the same day an external drain flooded and unluckily tore through one single piece of art. This one.

I stumbled over it even before I even began, really. In fact the prints, which should have arrived at the gallery yesterday, may well have suffered some unlikely misfortune and could be getting soiled, sodden, burnt or most like "terribly bent" at this very second.

Anyway. Stumbling blocks aside, this is more or less how it came to be.

Song: Mother by Blonde Redhead. Details of the edition to follow.

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