In the last few weeks whilst preparing for my project Conversation I revisited the idea of your First Love in relation to artistic practice. I liked the idea of describing the first time an artist gained an awareness of art in love terms. I kept describing this as the moment or the first encounter with art, I asked participants to describe this to me. For some this first encounter was pointed and specific for others not so much.

Later on twitter I saw a post by Bridget Mcnulty heralding the International First Love Day and decided to contribute to this celebration of love based on what I had been thinking.

I have always been a romantic, closeted until more recently, where I have become comfortable with describing my praxis in terms of the Grand Romantic Gesture; dropping flowers from a helicopter, sharing cake, red cars all in a row and most apparently making out in the backseat of a car.
 
For me the notion of First Love is a memory muddled with my first encounter with art, I fell in love for the first time at the same time I had my first encounter with art.