But it was a whole forty five minutes when I wasn't able to talk about the Sandy Murphy exhibition. This is unheard of to anyone who knows me right now. And he was asking me as well. I lay helpless, making small sounds.
As the paintings swam in front of my eyes, I forgot about the sharp implement exploring my mouth. I listened to the beautiful music, and thought about how the success of the exhibition opening on Sunday has taken days to sink in. Such an amazing reaction, such positivity at a time when we are told that all is negative. Well all is not negative, people were glowing, excited, happy and they were buying.