I woke up from a dream about a friend from long ago, which sent me off (before I’d even made my tea!) in search of traces of my MA from almost 20 years ago. I found an old Flickr account that, amazingly, is still active — and for which I still have the login details.
Inside was an album of photographs taken by another friend, now dead, of my final show. There was more drawing there than I remember.
