Predella House, here we come

It felt like it was always going to happen – Katrina has asked me to work with her at Predella House.

We first met at the Rooftop Collective exhibition at Goldcrest and I could tell by the way her eyes glazed over that she loved my work. She has an immense passion for photography that shone through all our conversations.

Indeed a few short months later she was heavily involved in the Rooftop Collective and from there it was a short step to her asking to represent me on her website.

We are already planning ways in which we can exhibit and work together.

I cannot wait.

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