I had a small exhibition in a very nice gallery a while ago. Some pieces were sold, some were left there and some got chopped. Literally. I like destroying my work a lot. This one didn't survive. Only a photo of it. I called it ''Making friends in harsh environment''. I regret destroying this particular one now, and I'm glad I still have this photo! What I was thinking?
Forgot to say why I posted this. I met my friend today who is traveling around Europe and flew in Dublin just for one day! Who knows when we'll meet again?
This one survived because one very kind lady from Canada bought it.