Wash House

A dark passage leads to the bathroom, a small space on the bottom floor in the north east corner of the fort. The tub is intact if in need of a good scrub itself. When it last saw use in 1958, I was exploring the disused communal wash house at the end of Savile Place in Dewsbury and dreaming about refitting the windows, a door and sweeping out the floor. I was four. I think I have always wanted to spend time by myself. Artists are often alone, but how often are they lonely.