We couldn't figure out how to turn the lights on. The house lights, I mean. Saturday night. We could figure out how to turn on the lights which illuminated our paintings, though, so it was fine.
And then someone went around, looking at paintings, while hula hooping. She actually was a part of the show, but this part was unplanned. [Is her name Lydia? I can't recall.]
The ghost of an imagined Professor Batty persona told me to snap this picture.
It's all a part of the art. That's what Andy would say, anyway. And he'd be right.