Coming up – busy times ahead with Predella House

Following on from the last event organised by Predella House in March, I am now looking forward to an extremely busy few months ahead working with Katrina and her trusted team on a series of events and launches – starting with a crowdfunding campaign, moving on to cinema screening of From Dark to Light, followed by a Q&A and culminating with a solo exhibition at Signet Contemporary Art on King’s Road, in Chelsea, London.

Planning is at an early stage, but watch this space. It’s going to be one hell of a ride.

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