Eddie Peake

Circa Feb 2002, A Small Woman With A Shaved Head Wearing Clothes Intended For Someone Far Larger Than Herself Stands Alone In The Corner Of A Room, Facing The Corner, Rocking Slightly From One Foot To The Other And Muttering To Herself, Lamenting The Lack Of A Communal Set Of Hair Clippers. In The Next Room Along A Middle Aged Man Of Jamaican Descent Who Speaks With An Exaggeratedly Posh English Accent And Who Is Not An Artist Draws Pictures Of Aliens Annotated With Made Up Words Written In A Practiced Calligraphic Flourish. Across The Hall A Young Man Who Is An Artist (And Shares A Room Non-Romantically (They Sleep In Separate Single Beds) With A Sexagenarian Man Of The Same Name Who Never Speaks) Is Drawing A Picture Using Two Colouring Pencils (One Orange And One Green) And Concluding That Orange And Green Are Difficult Colours To Use, Especially In Tandem With One Another