Relieved (but not yet counting my chickens) to say that my work is READY for Kinetica.
Despite many disagreements in artistic matters my wonderful father has been a dedicated assistant and without his help I would be crying in the snow somewhere by now. I feel terrible for the sleepless nights I have given him in worry about how to transport my annoyingly awkward work – he keeps wistfully saying that life would be much easier if only I painted tasteful watercolours instead of sewing holey old socks into interactive contraptions.
He may have a point.
