Growing up in a small Midlands town in England, one I describe as being like Shawshank without the redemption, everything felt safe, everyday moved seamlessly into the next. But occasionally there were ripples. In one room of our small terraced house my Dad put up some fake brick wallpaper. It was very much the thing in the 1970s. Make the insides look like the outsides, except Dad without realising put half of it on upside down. The paper should have looked as though the bricks stood proud of the cement, the little shadow under the brick did that job. Turn … Continue reading Spotlight: Nigel Baines’s Afloat