Tales from the bus stop. The bus stop centric universe, the focal point for everything that happens. People leaving, people returning, some people never buy tickets, travelling to the next town, or the capital or away to foreign countries. Escapism on physical and metaphorical levels. Self medicating. Confusing lust for love. The importance of transportation, a scooter, scrambler or even a car. A desire to be somewhere else, a constant feeling and fear of missing out. The grass is definitely greener. Curiosity never killed anyone who stayed here.
10th Feb 10 March
Print House Gallery
18 Ashwin Street
Dalston
E8 3DL
Opening Thursday 10th Feb 6pm.
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