The gavel slams onto its pedestal and the audience bursts into applause. All around them, the gallery is buzzing with conversations from its many occupants, who mingle amongst the different paintings, photographs and sculptures that reside in this beautiful and luxurious endless white room. At the back, beaming with pride; stands Oscar Johansson. He’s the artist behind all this work… even though most of it was created by ‘something’ else.
Dylan and Blodwyn are sat on a Welsh mountainside about to start their weekly picnic. However the picnic basket remains closed, and we can only but guess what they’ve brought along to eat. Who knows, perhaps they’ve forgotten to bring anything at all? It’s happened before.
They’ve been sat in silence for some time now. The sky remaining overcast and the air hanging heavy and thick. Suddenly; Blodwyn recalls the question she wanted to ask. The questions she knew she had to ask. She turns to Dylan and begins to speak…