An art show is a heavy burden if it is a show of art. That burden will be shed Sunday when the work
and all its accompanying systems arrive back home. At the end of a show I often feel like an
aging mule strapped with sacks of spirituality, emotionality, physicality and
intellectualism, waiting to be unloaded and let out to pasture.
PS: Fair Haven is a great pasture.
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