![]() ![]() The walls were covered in semi-dry, clotted paint scraped from his palette when he cleaned. ![]() The room smelled of genuine turpentine and linseed oil. Cotton rags for cleaning brushes and palettes, made from discarded hotel linen, lay in mountainous piles on the studio floor beside boxes full of new and used brushes. Two trolleys were stacked high and overflowing with tubes of paints. In the corner was the sink, which I had only seen before in paintings. There were two easels with large paintings on them of a naked man, Leigh Bowery, and an iron single bed with the green-and-white-striped mattress. ![]() It offered a perspective on one’s own circumstances. When I first spent time there I thought I would never need to travel anywhere else because in this place I could find everything. ![]()
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