Time is moving slow again, it picked up while I was doing the shows but I remember that prior, days in the darkroom were long. Not always strenuous, but felt. Im in east now, I’ve left kings cross to seek some solitude at my aunts - I know this room will serve me, as have the others. I hadn’t been able to put some thoughts into words after del. I feel that I haven’t fully grasped the significance of having had a solo show, such a major achievement that I worked so hard for. It kinda just came and went, I miss invigilating, sitting on that half wall with Kafka on the shore and josh keeping me company, Paul Desmond on the speaker and the odd visitor, on the quiet days. It all felt very collaborative. This body of work relied heavily on my subjects and what our time shooting evoked in each other. So Thank you Thank you to Eric and Nagaad for helping at set up/ taking down Thank you to Maria for the amazing curation, badass frames and attention to detail Thank you to everyone that came To the group of friends that spread themselves across the house on the last afternoon, a couple sat peacefully on the floor of the front room against the fireplace, others going through the photography books together or returning to that one print they liked. I was really grateful for that sight. To see you so immersed in the space, despite Nagaad and I crying across the room, coming to terms with my move. i hope you were absorbed by donny hathaway, enough to have not let us distract you, or maybe you heard the whole thing. I don’t know Thank you for all the great conversations, even the ones that were cut short. To that one girl that made me cry with their sweet words, that was such a good hug and I’m glad you kept the test print. I couldn’t have dreamt for a better reception. It all felt so intense, who I am adorned the walls of that house.