Adam, Check Your Front Window
One of my artist/illustrator friends rents a studio space in a rather dilapidated warehouse in an area of Melbourne that has a less than salubrious ambiance. I’ve been there once or twice, and one truly does take one’s life into one’s own hands merely climbing the rickety stairs to the top floor. The other day she sent me this photo she had taken on the exterior of the building. It made me laugh. Artists are so insouciant.