Macam Membanting Padi
One thing I hate about award shows: mounting.
It’s back-bending work to cut, spray, adjust and stick those tricky artworks on thick boards, all in the name of art. At the end of the day, your glasses, fingers, hair, eye lashes and nostril hairs are sticky and glued together.
And Clyde has to rub my back and butt every night because every bone in my body is screaming “OSTEOPOROSIS!”
