the end of London...

OK, you win, enough people want to know what I'm doing right now, at this moment, that I give up and here's the blog.

London, has been fantastic as usual. Hot, beautiful, summer weather (the locals are melting and I'm soaking up the rays). I wound up helping out my friend Kelly McCallum, a fellow artist who is awesome naturally, work on a piece that will be shown at Sotheby's in a few days. So even though I'm here on vacation I got to enjoy the thrill of deadlines, deadlines, deadlines, a future West Ham football star's birthday party in the park (Happy 10th birthday Ocean), and an amazing hail storm from the dry safety of a pub (that was entertaining...it involved a downpour, thunder, lighhtning, dime sized hail, and two naked men on bicycles) .

Oh the British, how we do love you.

Early in the morning I head off to Amsterdam for the residency. Despite all of my half hearted efforts, my Dutch is practically non-existent (although I can say: Deze man heeft ´een hand tegen zijn gezicht en de andere om zijn elleborg, but I don't know how to say "where's the restroom?"). Maybe Rosetta Stone isn't good for everything.

In grand British style, tonight we're barbequing my mother's famous ribs, some veg, and a pineapple that's been soaking in rum for 3 days. A glorious fairwell for me, silly (but fun) since I'll be back in a month.

So here I am, leaving an amazing artist's flat in Shoreditch with a view of the gerkin, on my way to the Red Light District with my own window...