Walk and Talk by Daniel Higgins

I have always painted since I was about 14, it used to be my Friday night entertainment before I was old enough to go out on the town. I grew up in Dorset, in the country and by the sea, tramping over old hill forts listening to theVelvet Underground on a walkman, wandering along the seashore and looking for old books and records in junk shops and eventually went to Chelsea art school to study fine art.

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Flora and Trauma

When I was married to the boys’ father, I remember us waking up one morning and him saying, "Why are we sleeping in dead old lady’s sheets?" He did have a point. At the time, I was collecting floral flannelette sheets from charity shops (this is probably one of the reasons why we're not together anymore). The thing is, arty guys understand these hipster hobbies; but to a BMW driving, suited and booted guy it must have seemed rather strange

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