April 3rd, 2008


the milk of hammy acting

Yesterday was shockingly awful, and though I had dinner waiting for me (a searing tandoori as it turned out), I was rocking on the verge of tears so instead of getting on the bus I walked across the park to the gallery.

I mainly wanted to see that painting, but the others were really good this year, I really liked them. Heck, I even knew or knew of a couple of the artists. I really liked the runway one in the Wynne prize, and I think I liked all the Archies bar the one that won, which I loathe. It reminds me of a 70s pencil case, an ugly, mass produced faux girlie 70s pecil case (with matching notepaper).
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