Ah yes, a nice bowl of fruit. Simple strong lines, bold use of colour, tactile blending to delineate light n' shade. A fine piece of work. In this age of formaldehyde sharks and dirty beds, it's good to see a return to the basic principles of art. Manchester is full of this sort of return to the basics thinking. Like drinking beer for instance. Why attend a Beer Festival, which may or may not be populated by the Scum of the Earth(TM), when you can sit on your own front patio and crush a few hundred cans into your face in the company of friends and family. Sure, if you're so inclined, you can nip down to your local and ram a few tequilas and aftershocks and some weird blue shite that no one could really identify down your neck. Then it's back home to a welcoming ten more beers before bed and chronic heart palpitations around four in the morning. Just the way to prepare for a wedding...to be continued.
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