I spent today at Pearl Fisher, the exhibition space showing Exhibit B, with Andrew, and my Dad.
Having lined our lungs with spray mount, we flattened air bubbles, and snapped surgical blades, painstakingly mounting, and arranging the work for the walls. We beamed from the exuberance of our progress, and the awesome contributions that have made the last six issues of the magazine so special, each with their own unique stories that get exaggerated each time their told. How could this first year have been anything less than a triumph?