I stepped into a crowded large room in Edinburgh's Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art and found that, oddly, no-one was moving. Or talking. All that could be heard was a faint buzz from the headphones that everyone without exception it seemed, was listening to...it was surreal and I hesitated to go in, wondering if this was in fact the 'exhibit' a staged event perhaps? Someone moved and the spell was broken. I laughed out loud and went in to see the paintings. The Scottish Colourists if I remember rightly..
i am awaiting delivery of an Elizabeth Blackadder print i bought on eBay.