Charlie Tuesday Gates

I’ve had a shocking time to be honest.  The storm I thought I had weathered got worse. There came a knock from below when I thought I couldn’t get any lower and I had to return home the beginning of this year due to the death of my Father, Nicky.   In the months that followed I had to end a relationship and have been technically homeless and very very lost. Creativity has always been my way to escape but there has been no flow, no escape and a lot of darkness. With no light to grow and no air to breath I have been suffocating for a long time.   I tried in Bristol but even the stars said it was going to be a pretty shite time and basically to not bother. Life started to feel like swimming through sand and I was very sad with my perceived underachievement’s in the city... I did become a lesbian though, which was a good life achievement. Finding love is problely one of life's greatest. With permission from the universe to get the fuck out of here, I dec

My Near Death Experience has been extended- AGAIN! By popular demand, Bristols best pop-up shop and art experience will continue it's  reign  of terror and triumph at The City Hall throughout April.  The exhibition seems to be living forever but there is a Dead End in sight- You have until May 1st to be enchanted by a world of magic and mysticism, bringing you closer than ever to our greatest fears and otherworldly desires through twisted gothic surrealism-Both hilarious and tragic. The City Hall has been a fabulous exhibition space and I have been incredibly lucky to have had such a good run of bad luck. This past year has seen me tossed from one space to the next as i've inadvertently become  strapped onto a waltzer in a furious cyclone of boundless uncertainty. I've ended up in some great spaces, but after this one finishes, I am once again on the road to oblivion.    I am an artist in the eternal frying pan-  Tossed from one