All creative people are delighted and thrilled if their work moves, excites or inspires, but would be even more thrilled if they also got a bit of hard cash in exchange for all the imagining, practicing, experimenting, physical labour and materials that go into their art. SLIDESHOW NELSON STREET ART
I became an unperson this week. It wasn't quite, in Orwell’s memorable phrase, “a boot stamping on a human face” and the condition was only temporary, but it was unsettling in a 1984-ish kind of way. One moment I was unthinkingly enjoying the subversive charms of having what in Newspeak is called an ownlife. The next I was a nobody, powerless and without identity. And all because I went to town and forgot to take my wallet with me.
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