Phooey, people. You turn your back for one second, and have *another* exhibition foisted upon you. It's ridiculous! Fun, though, too. Kinda stressy, nervewracking, nightmare-creating fun, but fun nevertheless.
If you actually want to know what I'm wittering on about, then come to the Gladstone Gallery, Royal Mile, Edinburgh, and look at some of my books being displayed next to some proper art, by proper artists, like James Homer and Sharon Whyte.
Right. I think I'll go knit myself a new brain now.
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