The photographs are up along with the roses and rosaries and pages off the Book and the mouldy old bread and the candles burning and the light filtering through hastily pasted acrylic panes over window panes at the Old PWD Complex in Panjim. R’s Mother Beloved is on display till the 23rd. We are here till the 17th and would love to have any of my three regular readers to check in if around. More on all the prep later (we did some lovely die-cut exhibition pamphlets in black and red). Here is the day before the day before.

In the evenings there is mellow music and loud lights. Yesterday was lovely except for people trying to one up Lucky Ali (one simply can’t) at O-Sanam (especially). The streets are full of art and -ists and people and dogs. Gradients are out in full bloom. Viva Panjim is quite and lovely and feels like home.

R took the nice photograph above, obviously. We are here, R is hopeful and tensed. Wish her luck.