Those early lessons in medieval script are still coming in handy. Here is a set dressed with a whole archive of “medieval” documents. And yes, you guessed it, Henry VIII again, and the wicked Cromwell. The timing is poignant for me. I am working on two installations for a summer arts festival in Damme, near Bruges. The site is a medieval monastery, which continued functioning as a hospice until last month. After 800 years they finally moved to new premises with proper plumbing. Another monastic closure. Another ancient building gasping for life. Can an arts festival really fill this gaping hole? I like to imagine Cromwell clinging to the rails in the corridor of a new, sanitized hospice.