01 10 2017

Being at an arts fair counts as work, right, so I'm working... feels like it. Being upright and pleasant (in french) for three days is sure an effort. Terribly dispiriting too. There are 100 artists and the work is uniformly uniform.Even so, no-one is selling; no word of a single sale. Huge event and lots of music and so forth so its very popular, lots of visitors. No collectors, no critics, no debate. There has been a prize-giving  where prizes went to the artists who can make  pastels look like a photo, whilst avoiding the vulgarity of hyper-realism. That's a real art. Packing up today and (again) let this be a lesson to me...