Friday, July 28, 2017
Hairy Lip Squid
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- Wastedpapiers
- I grew up in the home counties around London during the 50's and 60's. Went to several art schools including Southend ,Chelsea and Manchester. Trained as a painter and printmaker but now mostly using collage. Collect postcards and old mail art amongst other things too numerous to mention.
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