Next of Kin

The windows in Rose Easton’s entrance are notoriously covered in graffiti. When you stand in the entrance, the light filters through the colourful skin all piecemeal, lighting you up like you’re in a kooky disco. I am walking up Cambridge Heath Road towards the gallery. I am in posession of a kind of anticipatory excitement. I have seen this show on instagram and I believe I will like it. I…