Thu 26 Nov
Sixteen places.
Once a month, London. One room, lengths of cloth hung around it. Book the next one, or see what the last one became.
Sixteen places.
Send one line of a dream when you book. It goes on the wall, unnamed.
A length of cloth each, a floor you can paint, six colours.
A teacher, a sample painting, an easel, anything to copy.
Your length goes home with you that night. The floor stays with us.