David Quirk | The House That Was Never Built
My parents died and left me some land. Not bad. It’s not like I had the wherewithal to do anything with it then or now, but it didn’t stop me designing a house as dreams are free. Then I met a bloke. A draftsperson. A renegade. A real one, as they say.
I have the receipts.
A new show concerning all the houses that won’t get built. Metaphorically, spiritually, comedically and literally. Mostly.
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