Dreamt about this kind of thing last night, and then the internet told me it was real.
This is a part of an email I got from the editors at a magazine:
"Could you possibly send us a clearer jpeg of this." - in reference to a project I spent several hours power-sanding off the walls of Tex Gallery the last time I was in Texas.
Not true, I was there yesterday. The time before the last time. The actual last time, I can quote, Alan, I believe it was, saying with pragmatic satisfaction,
"You can't see the Weiner thing at all," in reference to the blank patch of panelled wall where we planned to hang a series of new paintings.
Here is an image of what we're talking about:
by Colin Winnette and Blake Normile