I'm still working on the address books. Data entry isn't all that exciting. The gallery owner did say that she didn't want me just sitting by myself in the office typing in addresses, that she wanted this experience to be rewarding, so that's good news.
Last Saturday the gallery server was down so I helped with the artist talk. I fetched some lemonade and ice from the store, and poured it back at the gallery. The talk was interesting, though I question the impact of a photo that needs extensive explanation in order to be anything other than a picture of a door. My favorite piece in the new show are the 12 blackboards with different formulas for determining race.
I did get to mention to the preparator, who owns another gallery, that I'd like to talk to him about a show. We'll line that up sometime.
This week it'll be back to the office and more addresses.
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