David Shenton
David makes himself laugh at least two times a minute. Great wheezing chuckles as if he can't quite contain the delight he finds in the world.
He invited me into his home. It was like walking into a very clever dream. A maximalist's haven. There were plates he'd rescued from a skip, leftovers from an artist's heartbreak, now arranged as prized relics on the wall.
The more time I spent with David, the more I wanted to be like him. He reminded me what it feels like to be led by curiosity. That life is art and the joy is in finding the joke.







