I'm accompanying a family member in an exhibition at Medicinsk Röntgen Eriksborg in Västerås between 4th and 30th October. (Not a real gallery, it's a specialised x-ray clinic run by the regional healthcare system.)
You can look here: www.medicinskrontgen.se/For-pa… for more information and adress (Swedish only).
The exhibition is now in full swing until the end of October. Anyone who wants can pay a visit, not just the patients with appointments.
* Update - how the day went *
Well… that actually went rather smoothly in the end. I was a bit crestfallen at first, given my mother visited me at work beforehand and telling me all about her plan and how she was going to mount her art. Well done, mother dear, but do I figure into your plan in any way? This is an exhibition for two, isn’t ? Being a bit new to this whole exhibition thing I had prepared a very simple and easy to understand “beginners’ guide” (with pedagogical illustrations!) for her to read through. Did she read it? Of course not. Why waste energy on reading and actually learing something when it's so much easier to just ask. (Again and again anad again... )
Saturday morning didn’t exactly start off better. I was in a very foul mood all the way to the exhibition place. Once on location I had to give mum yet another lesson on how to think when mounting art onto a wall (which isn’t as easy as you might think. There's a lot to think about). And when I finally got her going on her own it all went a lot better. Not at all coincidentally my mood brightened up. Stuffing my jeans pockets with tools and equipment I must have looked rather ridiculous, but hey… I'm not at work where I have a proper toolbox and I don’t have a tool belt. You use what you have.
While delivering encouraging comments every now and then to my frustrated beginner the exhibition actually started to look like a proper exhibition. All in all, it became a rather successful day, despite being forced to help my lazy mother with the last of her paintings. And despite a lot of the patients walking past us between the waiting room and the x-ray room (which for me is a huge distraction).
And lastly… Sorry about the integrated rant. We are very different people, mum and I, and she really grates on my nerves sometimes.