I must admit, it’s not lunchtime (at least not on this coast). It’s after dark and I’ve been working on emails, but I still think the “lunchtime” exercise of 60 minutes, stream of consciousness, minimal editing, makes sense for the occasion.
And it’s not as if this evening marks anything momentous, really. I’ve just had my head down working on Fertile Solitude the past few weeks, and now it’s here and happening.
In four days.
Since I haven’t really shared much about the exhibition except for the announcement and a few teaser images here & there, I wanted to take 3,600 seconds amidst the eleventh hour chaos to tell you a bit more about this show that’s been up my sleeve.
So, instead of lunchtime, let’s just call this a midnight snack.