Whilst there, I was lucky enough to see the Syd Barrett painting show at the Idea Generation Gallery.
Looking at his work was a revelation, I understood that he was an Artist temporarily trapped in the machinery of the pop world, who excused himself with a psychedelic sick note.
It's been a decade since I last visited Hoxton Square. I had my studio there in the mid 90's before rents went thru the roof. At that time Hoxton was a bleak, freezing, gulag, now it's like Soho, New York, and my old studio has a penthouse built atop of it.
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