The time is finally here, I no longer have to completely panic. My show is hung, and with these terribly pixelated images I present the hanging session.
No, I'm not from Germany, in fact, I've only been there once. Once, however, was enough to rekindle my faith in art. There I met an artist who spoke no English, while I spoke very little German. Between his paintings, and my sketchbook, we had a complete and understandable conversation, which resulted in a trade of drawings. It just reaffirmed my belief that art is the universal language.
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