There was a whole dilapidated smelly damp ruin of a building devoted to Mike Parr. The building itself was described to me as "evil"and it was a perfect? setting for the works. As I left, a lovely biennale kiddy asked me if i was alright and upon my enquiring why she replied "it's all a bit disturbing". I explained I was fine and it was really what I expected of Mike Parr.