Being approximately the size of a large shoebox, the Pitcairn Museum for Contemporary Art is, probably, the world’s smallest museum. I walk past it several times a week, and would happily say it’s my favourite museum. But I’ve never seen any kind of
seriouswriting about it, so in the spirit of living the change, I’m going to try to make this a recurring feature.
Let’s, as the Pitcairn asks us to imagine we’re doing, stand in the space for a moment.
Right away, and I’m sorry to start this first Pitcairn Review this way, I’m bored. I’m sorry. This is where I admit a personal bias — I’m simply not big on collage.
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