I've spent the day wandering through each of the essays which make up this synchroblog. It's a little like an open stage, or maybe more like an art gallery. I'm not thinking big fancy art gallery. In Toronto terms I'm thinking more like Queen Street, rather than the AGO. Those galleries that occupy old store fronts from a century past, where indy artists hang their ideas out to dry. As I wander, i sometimes stop to sign the guest book. This is a lovely show, thanks all.