Symposium: Goodbye Speech

It was a typically dark and gloomy morning in Leeds

When we stood waiting for the coach, Doc Martens in puddles, soggy backpacks. Damp sandwiches.

But with a cuppa in your hand and the promise of a pint, the artists straighten up and trod on down the bus.

On our way, motorway. Intermittent naps. Wobbly travel sketches.

Four hours and cramp in your legs.

We made it! This is the place. You are here.

After a budget night’s sleep in a hostel bunk, we pretend to be adults. Look our best, be profesh.

Setting up. Preparing. Will they arrive?

But you did. You gave up your time to talk about your practice, show us what you do. Answer our questions, mingle..

And all for the soggy artists from Leeds.
Thank you for coming, letting us pick your brains – thanks for talking and being here with us today.

And if you’re ever about and you fancy a brew… or shelter from the inevitably dismal weather, you know where to find us.

And we’ll be around, soon enough out in the wild. We’ll see you again.
Here we are.