I had a friend who was going to go to St Martins, or the Imperial School of art is it? Fuck knows it was one of the good ones (I have no knowledge of universities or art schools).Then he ended up deferring, doing a cram year of biology and chemistry and then going to university to be a doctor, I never knew why though.
He was sort of inbetween, where he would have some fairly flippant and strange reasoning but the product would always be good. Like massive oil paintings of Saddam Hussein surrounded by rotting meat and stuff.
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He was sort of inbetween, where he would have some fairly flippant and strange reasoning but the product would always be good. Like massive oil paintings of Saddam Hussein surrounded by rotting meat and stuff.