a Dirty Leeds Love Letter
I hate soccer. But I love Leeds. I don’t miss watching...You dirty West Yorkshire Bastards may have saved my life.
The first thing The Square Ball ever taught me about English football, about life, was this: it’s the hope that kills you.
I’m an artist now. I wasn’t then. I was still figuring it out. It was 2020 and I’d spent five years getting ready to live off my art. I had fifteen art festivals lined up. It was supposed to be my year. I’d done the research, I’d finally started to find a style. I was ready to go on tour and make hay.
You know what happened. While you were celebrating a quarantined promotion back to the Premier League, I was losing my studio, my ability to sell work, and my contact with the outside world. Lockdown hit, and every outdoor festival I was counting on just vanished.
ALAW?
MOT