I'm slightly overwhelmed as we make our way through the gallery. The work here is outstanding, everyone smiling, friendly... But I'm not used to this; the social rhythms, the conventions, the banter. I'm only intimate with shadows, with scenes stolen from the darkness of hidden corners. We move to the live auction hall upstairs and I watch the people roam, slowly, methodically. Something here reminds me of Antonioni's Blow Up but I'm not sure why.
erhaps it's the quiet elegance of an alternate universe.