08/01/2026
Photos from the vaults of time ✨
Sometimes things resurface not to make you nostalgic but to remind you who you’ve always been.
Recently, a very old friend sent me screenshots of a letter I wrote him in 1993. It sent me straight back to my move to Edinburgh in 1994.
Edinburgh, at that time, held the most expressive, creative and experimental community I’ve ever been part of. It was a privilege to be inside that moment.
And then, as if on cue, photos resurfaced from one of the shows I was part of producing, including one of my very first curations.
Who else would curate a painter working live in a nightclub all night while wearing a gold sequined b**b tube or put a sculptor in a cage, chainsawing a tree trunk into form?
For the love ❤️ of art 🖼️
Ahhh, the 90s. So underground. So unregulated. So gloriously unconcerned with OH&S 🙈
Some threads don’t begin later in life. They just keep revealing what was always there.
Lots of love,
Kirsty
