The Best of all Possible Worlds
I think I'm heading for a fall.
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I went to the launch party which was wedged (literally) into a small shop in Islington. There was beer at the entrance and a narrowing crowd pointing at an iMac sited bizarrely under a golden steer's skull.
I stayed in a hotel near Kings Cross, it wasn't too bad.
I went to see the Turner prize expecting to be disappointed. But I wasn't, I enjoyed it.
I went to see Jock and John Mooney's show 'Hell of a Fight for the Last Piece of Pudding" (great title) at the Whitecross gallery expecting to like it lots. And I did, so much so that I have become an art collector. I bought a little creature: an exposed brain growing out of a severed leg, its eyes were on stalks – well they would be wouldn't they? It could be the first piece of artwork I have that wasn't swapped or stolen, I might be growing up.
I queued for a Thai curry served from a van and was asked for directions twice.
Back home an Icelandic curator with a wonderfully long name wants some of my work for a dvd magazine she is producing and an Italian website has asked me to curate a show of british video art for them. As usual I haven't a clue where to start.
