The Studio Voltaire show is turning out to be one of those lovely exhibitions where I don't have to worry about anything. Its a group show so I don't have to be the centre of attention. Linder and Michael Bracewell (the selectors) are hanging the show so I only had to post them a dvd. All I have to do (I hope) is take full advantage of the bar at the opening.
Leicester though, is still weighing on my mind, I've been going through all the permutations today. Watching dvds and hating them all. So much so I'm re-editing a couple of them as I write.
By the way, the drive to Cornwall at the weekend was uneventful apart from the odd motorway maniac but I arrived to find the proprietors of the Salt Gallery in the throes of a slight malaise. Their application to Zoo had been unsuccessful and they were struggling financially. We discussed the credit crunch and the inevitable end of the world before I retired to my B&B for a restless night.
