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The smell of blood on the wall.

I open the gallery door, walk in with that sinking feeling I always have in galleries.  It’s the carpets that do it to me, the hush, the sanctimoniousness of it all:  galleries are too much like churches, there’s too much reverence, you feel there should be some genuflecting going on.  Also I don’t like it…

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