Well after my struggles with technolgy and geography yesterday, I recieved a phone call this afternoon from my old sculpture tutor.
Sadly my portfolio can't be found, which was a bit of a long shot after twenty three years. He did remember me, especially the incident when one of my paintings caused uproar because of its explicitness, and some of the old guard wanted me thrown out, but happily some students and the more avant guarde lecturers started a petition for me to stay. Happy days.
Although disappointing about my old work, I'm going to give a talk to some of the students about my career as a fashion whore in London.
I've also started a painting a canvas that I've had stretched ready to paint for ages. It might take me years to finish, but it will be one day.
