A really brilliant night of performances marked the opening of my exhibition - Poethetic Pathogens (a Michaux inflammation) at Avivson Gallery on Highgate Hill.
I asked people I admire to come present something new, and uniformly, the work was really weird and engaging. It was also a beautiful night in London, orange skies on the hill, and it all knitted together, everyone was generous and warm.
My performance riffed on the way this exhibition came about, with my walking into the gallery to ask about their logo, a razorblade. I sliced myself a little bit to sign the works I had made for the night, but perhaps I deserve that?