I didn't take any photos, but lots of other people did, mostly having asked permission first. What do they do with them?
It was great, of course. I'm not sure why it made me so nervous - I like doing book fairs, and it's not so very different. I met lots of lovely people (who said lovely things) and I even started some work. The only problem arose when there were a number of unconnected people in the room at once. One man, approximately the age of a new graduate's dad, turned up at the same time as another man, approximately the age of a new graduate. The first man referred to his son, the second man joined in the general conversation, and I made what seemed like the obvious assumption until the first man made his goodbyes and left, having been nudged out of the conversation by the arrival of a total stranger (oh dear). And I did once or twice find myself trying to talk to two people at once, and managing neither conversation very well (oh dear again). Still, I could have sat listening to people walk straight past the room all evening, which would have been just a little bit miserable and very oh dear.
I didn't take any photos, but lots of other people did, mostly having asked permission first. What do they do with them?
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I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit. Archives
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