Maybe that's why they're so drawn-out. I eat more breadsticks. Refills are heartily poured. We've been drunkenly assaulting the artists at all the receptions. I'm sort of expecting a freakout, or the elaborate confession of a tortured soul.
Painters speak straightforwardly about what they meant to do.
They laugh about people's reactions to their work. One artist explains how he poured molten glass in a waffle iron to make Eggos for the toaster he's constructed from sheet metal. I'm blown away by how un -weird all of these creative geniuses are. We've come home. We hang around until all the food and booze are gone.