Incidentally, I was at the Caption gallery opening night yesterday, and I was stunned by the sheer virtuosity on display. I suppose Caption has in some way become a scene (and I had no idea that some of my friends had been there from the very start: these things can creep up on you) but to look at the sheer range and depth of the work on display you would never guess there was anything approaching a typicaal scene’s introversion. Rich, exciting, and worth climbing on seats and peering really closely at the walls for.
Knowing so many talented people (it only really hit me when so much was on display at once) and seeing them putting out such exciting work—not to be too lovey about it—is a real joy. But it can be a bit depressing too. Afterwards I felt for some time like I ought to raise my game, but: playing at what? Finely-tuned griping?