The terror firmly in place - can hardly breathe. Fortunately had a singing lesson yesterday which got me through a bunch of gasping and taught me more techniques for managing. Ridiculous.
I'm not that insecure about the work, just looked at the photos and its respectable enough. The terror arises from that horror of being forced centre stage and shot at. Though no one gives a flying and anyway, who'd bother to attack?
-Aint rational though. Memory of having to take Kitaj's hand to bring him from the gallery office into the fray, he was so scared. Poor old boy. Assailed by many sad memories.
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