The Watch

I forgot to say, but I did a live art job for a swanky watch launch event. Luxury, heavy on the wrist, rip out your arm hairs James Bond shit.

I sat in the café next door, drank my black tea, and took off my £20 Casio.

I take pride in this because it’s who I am; a man still in awe of its little night light and the fact that if I forget to take it off in the shower, it’s absolutely fine. Water resistant, ohhhh yeah.

Peace in self is everything for creativity. As it goes, the client and audience loved the work, but I’ll stick to my Casio.