artist of the uncool

Last night was The Exhibition opening.

I fear I was desperately uncool.

I waited until most people had left (and my 3rd glass of wine) before asking my brother to take some photos of me and my Lego.

And was completely incapable of not being a total dork.

I fear I gushed, and garbled, and talked too fast. I know I told someone I did 'NGO work for the film industry' - wtf? - and I distinctly remember calling two people by the wrong name.
I laughed too loudly and clearly over-used my eyes.

But WHAT FUN!!!

I'm totally hooked, and wonderfully inspired for my next piece(s). Solo exhibition within a year? Only if someone promises to give me a sedative and ensure I'm far more coolly laconic at the opening!