Hanging in the gallery

Hello everyone, I'm sorry I haven't blogged anything for the best part of a month. It's been quite an eventful month, all in all, so I've got an excuse, but rest assured, I'm back in business now.

I'm writing from Basel, Switzerland, where I'm doing strange memory things in an art exhibition. Isn't that the same thing I did in Bilbao a few months ago, you ask? No, not at all. That was a promotional video for a modern art gallery. This time I AM modern art! It's a performance project organised by an artist who specialises in art about the description of art, or something like that (I'm not an artist), and it involves me reciting the names of all the galleries and artists represented at this exhibition and describing the mental pictures I create to help me remember them. If you happen to be in the neighbourhood, come and check it out at the "Liste" young artists' exhibition!

Since there is also a gigantic art fair here at the same time, all the hotels are fully booked, and I'm staying in a flat sublet by some enterprising locals, along with a couple of other art-wallahs. It's a flat that can only be described as 'interesting' - it's part of a huge ancient house, and it has three bedrooms, a kitchen and nothing else. Bathroom, you say? No, there's a toilet outside the front door in its own little room, and the shower is in the kitchen. No, really, a shower cubicle in the corner of the kitchen, next to the sink and the oven. I've never heard of such a thing, but you can't deny it's very modern-arty.