The director of the gallery space walked by as I was carefully scraping at the labels we left behind. I made sure to insert my razorblade exactly between the paper and the painted wall, only pulling when I knew I had cracked the seal from the gluestick we used to mount them two weeks ago. Little flecks of paper and dried glue scattered at my feet, but the wall remained unmarked.

"You're being very good about cleaning up after your installation," she noted, rubbing a hand over the pockmarked surface. "Maybe I'll send someone by to spackle this later."

I smiled and continued picking at the labels. If she thought to save me half an hour of tedious work, she was wrong. Say what you will about photographers, but we're a neurotically meticulous bunch.

04 February 2014 17:22

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