Chitra Ramaswamy: ‘It’s all that body heat and bad attitude. The hum of a stranger’s breath on your neck. The whispering. The not whispering. The people’

IT’S the last weekend of the Pablo Picasso exhibition and I’ve decided to shake off my slippers and head to the Gallery of Modern Art. So, it seems, has the rest of Edinburgh. It appears that for three whole months not a single one of us has been able to devote a paltry couple of hours to the greatest artist of the last century. So here we are, ready to manically consume art while we’ve got the chance, and damn anyone who gets in the way.




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