so, london

I arrived, met up with my parents, navigated our way to our hotel, got changed then headed to the preview of an exhibition I was part of.

For the first hour or so there were only artists and a few curators looking around, checking work had been hung properly etc. To say it was daunting would be an understatement. It might have been partly because I hadn't slept in a long time, but I couldn't believe that my work was hanging up in the same gallery as some of the other pieces. The standard was very high and I felt very overwhelmed by it.

The rest of the evening, however, was significantly more enjoyable.

It was all vip's and sponsors, but nonetheless I met some fantastic people many of whom really connected with the work which was kinda cool and a nice surprise. Some of them were particularly inquisitive, which I ordinarily would have loved but it's really hard to field questions when lacking in sleep. Actually, scratch that, I loved it anyway! It's a rare thing (well, in my minuscule amount of experience) to meet people who are vocal about your work to you, even more so to get compliments. As such, I was completely blown away by folks.

The next few days were lovely; chilling out with my folks, then once they left, with some people I met at the exhibition.

It was a flying visit but nevertheless was very much enjoyed. I decidedly disliked London as a young child (well, other than the museums) but it seems that a few extra years make for the acquiring of a taste, and a rather pleasant one at that.