henry and tom jones - no relation

Mortified to admit (so why write this?) that I strayed to tom jones' concert. That ole progenitor of the sex bomb appeared in a halo of grey curls and fronted towering digital flames...which gave me an idea. Nup, not to throw the requisite knickers on stage but to use interactive lights in my upcoming installation at the very old, very beautiful Henry Jones Art Hotel, Hobart. Thanks to a serendipitous meeting with its art curator Christine Scott in December, the Grandeliers are lighting up the second floor hallways at the end of April. So, no more concerts with warblers in their twilight years...I've much soldering to make my lighting installation sparkle. www.thehenryjones.com/