I will strive to excuse myself the busy-ness and avoid the side order of guilt.

Last Thursday I graduated from the National Art School with my Master of Fine Art. We all dressed up in robes, hoods and hats that could be used as throwing weapons in a throwback to universities of several centuries before. It was a prouder occasion than I had expected, I certainly worked very hard to achieve it. Interestingly, the occasion started me thinking about artistic collaboration which might, at first, appear to be an unconnected thought. But bear with me. When I st

Obviously, it was hard to sell nothing. In a world where most success is judged by a financial yardstick, to be sitting on zero can be assessed as failure. And, let me be frank, it was humiliating; especially as my stand was near the station where sold art was wrapped and I saw the work of other artists being carried across to be packaged and listened to the distinctive sound of packaging tape coming off the roll. My humiliation was shared by the artists around me, none of us