transit

So the poster arrived this morning, and it's really something of a mixed blessing. No cardboard tube, just a flimsy box for protection on a journey all the way from Switzerland, and unsurprisingly it got here a bit creased and dog-eared on its voyage. All annoying, except that the museum never charged any money or sent any invoice, so I'm hardly likely to moan too much.

Hopefully the framers can do a little restoration work, iron out the imperfections, and just maybe it'll leave me with something beautiful. Not that I've much room for another big picture on the wall, but then I really won't be living here forever and an art collection has to be a long-term project...