The woman in this photo was so self-involved, so determined to get the photos she wanted, that without regard for the audience, she stood in the middle of the floor, she blocked other people's view of the performances, and in general made a show of herself. During Zarebski's performance, an audience member basically told her to get the fuck out of the way, which she did.
There was a break after Zarebeski finished. I went into the gallery's back yard to watch Dan McKereghan working on an ice sculpture. I don't know if he was finished with it by the time the program ended, but the ephemeral nature of sculpture in ice put me in mind of Tibetan Buddhist butter sculpture.
Back inside, a young British poet who prided himself on ex tempore poetic composition stepped to the mic and created a bit of word salad for the audience.