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The Danny Fields Section |
So it turned out that all those years of hoarding weren’t in
vain. I’d posted something about the Madrid exhibition before I took off there
but hadn’t seen anything other than some snaps of the way it was coming
together.
Walking down those steps to the space, I could never have
envisioned the way that it would look. Certainly not the stuff that I’d
included. The photos and the art are one thing but to breathe life into
material that’s spent the best part of four decades in boxes is something that
never crossed my mind, I felt like I was definitely the weak end of it all.
Turns out some of that stuff looks pretty good and what a
joy it was to be able to discuss the joys of paste up with a good few
like-minded patrons that dropped by. For all of this to go down in my adopted
city, it’s all a bit squiffy to contemplate. It was great working with Ruth and
Francisco to put it together. Now that all the projects are pretty much done
and dusted it’s maybe time to just not plan anything for a while other than
maybe a jaunt here or there. I get real sick of me during periods like this.
The time between now and this proposed Brexit shit shouldn’t
be wasted. Perhaps common sense will prevail and it won’t happen but I wouldn’t
be holding my breath in expectation of that. I count 14 and a bit months to go
as bonkers as possible and if we get beyond that then let’s just take it as it
comes. We can’t be unscrambling those eggs but there will undoubtedly be
breakages along the way. There was an outbreak of that common sense I referred
to earlier in America yesterday, let’s hope it’ll catch on. Meanwhile, it feels like the shortest day has been going on for a week. It's hardly gotten light in recent times.