TBA_Artist _Collective Show, Norwich

After a million hours driving down to Norwich, in a pretty intense time vortex of flat fields and roads that seemed to go on and on, I made it to the magnificent Shoe Factory Social Club. A great big crumbling space, that screamed RAVE to me as soon as I walked through the door. Great show! Great People! Thanks for having me Norwich, I will be back.

Artists L-R : Moi, Erica Horton, Chris Richard x2, Ingrid Bagd, Kristof Lamb, Rob Terrestrial Art, Ingrid Bagd, Erica Horton, Sam Elliot Illustration x2.

Find out more: https://www.instagram.com/tba_artist_collective/

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Occupy
Oc-cu-py
tr.v. oc·cu·pied, oc·cu·py·ing, oc·cu·pies

1.Reside or have ones place of business.

i. ‘A thick tangle of weeds spent some time there, soaking up the sun and drinking down the rain.’

ii. ‘Sir Lancasters’ brain has remained motionless and without thought in a glass jar for over 200 years and now shares a shelf with a two headed cat and a letter from Pablo Escobar in the Victor Wynd Museum of Curriosities, where time stays still for inquisitive eyes.

2. Fill or occupy the mind.

i. ‘Her mind was occupied with alarming questions.’

The occupation of transience and object hold equal importance. A physical treasure can occupy a number of different spaces and see many lifetimes pass, and a thought or feeling can be held onto and transformed into energy that can pass down through generations.