For the second month in a row, your custodian managed toget blootered on sparkling wine, at the opening of the latestexhibition at Leith’s Corn Exchange Gallery, courtesy of CarolineAlexander. Before doing so, I was bewitched by one piece, whichwas essentially a chair sanded away to almost nothing. Whatyou are left with is the skeleton of a chair. It is, in one word,haunting. Later I discovered it was, appositely, called Spirit Chair.I was reminded here of the story about Alberto Giacomettisuffering from a compulsive disorder, sometime in the 40’s. Hecouldn’t stop working on his sculptures, so much so that whenhe turned up to exhibit in Switzerland, and the director askedhim where the work for the exhibition was, he produced a matchbox, opened it and said “there.”...