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...as the Duke of Wellington supposedly said about Waterloo. Exhibition openings are always close run things with finishing touches being applied to labels and displays and fittings and lights right up to the moment the public are admitted.

They call it the 'yellow volkswagen effect': once you see one, you see them everywhere. It's been a little like that for me following Justin Paton's short-lived, terrific and – it turns out – strangely prescient exhibition De-Building, which opened to great acclaim on 5 February and closed forever on 22 February, for obvious, afore-mentioned reasons.

One of the good things (yes, surprisingly there are a few) about being closed is that staff are doing all kinds of interesting behind-the-scenes tasks.

This brilliant take on the Pleasure Garden incident appeared in the Nag's Head Press's Bookie No.2 in 1950.

Some public art has been ruined by the earthquake: look at poor old Godley and Rolleston. But some has actually become better and more resonant – risen to the occasion, you might say. A prime example sits inconspicuously at the entrance to a suburban driveway on Breezes Road near the settling ponds, in the heart of the hard-hit east.