Synthetic polymer paint and newspaper collage on paper. From a series documenting friends who have died from HIV/AIDS related illnesses.
Coffee with E. on Oxford Street. A rare treat – the day after E. was sent to the hospice.
The first time I visited E. in the hospice I eased him into his wheelchair to take him down to the gardens. The lift door reopened and someone else was wheeled in, his wasted face a purple mass of Karposi’s Sarcoma.
“So what are you in for?" E. asked, surprised.