ABSTRACT
It’s a little known fact that BRIEF, that esteemed solution-focused training centre in London, has had a long and well-travelled history. One of its earliest gigs took it to Florence in the autumn of the first year of the sixteenth century. And there, amongst an enthusiastic local audience, was one Michelangelo, an artist. Actually, he’d made a bit of a mistake. He needed a break from art. The endless crashing and banging of sculpting had made him a bit deaf. He was getting rather sick of pasta and thought he’d signed up for a course in “beef cookery” rather than “brief therapy.” But anyhow, he had ended up in the middle of a row so it was a bit tricky to get out. And the bloke seemed quite interesting, even if, to the artist’s eye, his PowerPoint was crap.
