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'I't's alright, I didn't feel a thing!'
Harry Henriksen

From the early days in the Port of Leith, through art college, teacher training, school camps, full-time art-teaching and the raising of a family in Portree on the Isle-of-Skye, down through the canyons of Glasgow and the seclusion of Blanefield, before returning to Skye,

Harry Henriksen's personal voyage yielded work that ushers the viewer through a parallel world of his own re-conception - a world so intense and skewed in all its character and ironic humour that it could only be this one.

That their maker is dead holds no sway, because, as even a cursory peek at his works will show, he is still very much with us...

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