which propelled me up the hill to catch the sunrise over the mist.
A miracle therefore that I managed to party until after 1.00
especially after a whole day in the gallery stocktaking
and vowing to retrain as someone who doesn't make things.
Marcus had ordained a show in Rennes les Bains where
artists were invited to bring a favorite piece of work or
one that had influenced them. Corella was hanging the work
as it arrived, skilled as ever, and it was still going up as I left
but I want to see the totality - its on till 7.00 Sunday night,
after which the gallery closes for the winter.
Some people - no names -bought their own work -
with perfectly legitimate reasons, natch.
('Nothing else in the house')
After that to Carmens gallery at Arts et Cardes,
Campagne-sur-Aude
(and here is Carmen, adorable comme d'hab) for
Victoria Milroy's expo - which looks marvellous.
Here she is, working the room -
Congratulations on the show, Victoria!
And finally to the reason why I'm a tad wrecked
this morning - Peters birthday party.
Clearly, Peter is a survivor. It was a great dinner.
All the usual suspects and one gatecrasher.
Bon courage, Peter, you are still a kid. In the scale of cosmic
evolution, anyway.
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