As always, the Slate Gallery in Regina held a frenzied opening last night with a hundred people snacking and chatting and gawking at the magnificent art. I was ready to fall asleep standing there, so have no legitimate critique of the work itself. However, it haunted me that the them of "paper", chosen for this event due to this being the first anniversary of this gallery, was embraced by only about half of the contributors. This felt unadventurous, so I say shame on them.
Also, as usual, William is cooler than I ever was or could be.
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