Scraping my name from the wall
On Monday I took down my exhibition The Museum as Muse – it happened much more quickly than the time taken to set up! Soon I was trundling back to the workshop with my sculpture.
It felt rather sad in a way, the vinyl lettering spelling my name and announcing the exhibition, scraped unceremoniously from the gallery wall, and all the plinths empty – I’m erased from the gallery in readiness for the next exhibition. But those feelings were soon gone, as I unloaded my stone pieces and once more had them around me – I do miss them when they’re away!