The Flatpack Revolution ®
6pm, 8th May 2008 - paula
A handful of people begin to arrive. Nerves are high and the air is thick. Temperatures rise as the pristine white rooms become busy with curious art viewers. I squeeze out a smile and look forward to the end of this awkward formality that is - ‘the exhibition opening’. Many stand and stare, others dare not look closely for fear of their reaction - or lack there of. Red wine flows, faces flush, temperature rises. Conversations turn to concept, technique and visuals, with a pinch of name dropping thrown in for good measure. My sister arrives, a sense of calm. She views my work, her instant reaction is straight and abrupt. “Oh, I get it - so this ones all about talking shit - am I right?” Thanks Grace - although far from the original concept…I love your take on it! 
My hell saturday re price shocker - paula
Morris, you sly old dog - emmet
Cause and effect - emmet
Irish life imitates Father Ted. Again. - emmet
Spectral - emmet
Visual miscellanea - emmet
Mr. Culbreth, I presume? - emmet
My little neighbour is an artist - paula
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