An artwork I got from Lou Woodcock, at Christmas at the Mill. She owed me for some t-shirts I had printed, and rather than money we swapped it for this, a glittered, jewelled portrait of hers, turquoise stones set around a face. There is a photo of the two of us holding it up at the party, both grinning.
Lou has since passed, and that makes the swap matter more than it did at the time. What started as squaring up a small debt over some printing is now the reason I have a piece of hers on the wall and a good photo of an evening at the Mill with her in it. Some of the best things you end up keeping arrive completely sideways like that.