Art Fair Autopilot Syndrome (AFAS)

Do you sometimes find yourself mid-sentence, saying the same thing you've said 38 times today already, wondering to yourself, while your mouth is still moving, how sincere you sound? Do you ever freeze mid-sentence, realizing that what you're so enthusiastically espousing isn't even remotely related to what the person just asked you about and then panic as you can't choose a transition strategy (do you just stop and admit you're exhausted or attempt to go for the clever changeover)? Do you conclude there's really nothing short of offering him scotch that will save you when you've just called an art handler helping you "Sweetie Darling"? If you've answered yes to any of these questions, you may be a sometimes sufferer of a rare disorder known as Art Fair Autopilot Syndrome, or AFAS.

Generally caused by 11 continuous hours of struggling to remember people's names, talk intelligently about artwork, and keep your eye out for that curator you simply have to speak to, AFAS can attack without warning. You'll recognize you have AFAS when the little voice inside your head that normally recognizes you're heading down a path of verbal peril and warns you before you make a total ass of yourself instead just announces that "You're on your own now genius."

The only known cure for AFAS is a good dinner with friends, including ample vino, spiced with lots of juicy gossip and laughter. This cure will wear off about three hours in the next day of an art fair, though, so apply liberally.
The PULSE art fair is going well for us so far, I'm happy to report. Above you'll see some installation shots of the booth, as well as friends who helped us celebrate a day of brisk sales and some fantastic placements of work (although they don't really have demon red eyes, that's just our cheap digital camera). It's a very handsome and well produced fair, I must say, and the Pulse Team deserve credit for pulling off an event half again as big as last year that looks twice as good! Thanks guys!