Dennis Hollingsworth

Opening Night

It was tough maintaining the prescence of mind to snap pictures while I was straining new neural dendrites to apprehend and return an art conversation in a language I barely have a hold of. It just seems too crass to harvest an image of the event while I am meeting new people and digesting their reception of my work. Maybe I should have handed off the camera to a friend but once I walked into the gallery, everything avalanched into the night until we arrived back in Tossa at almost four in the morning.