A week has past, passed, since my last ‘post’. Friends have been asking how the exhibition is going. I met a friend outside the shop last week and I thought he said quarter past five, he says he said quarter to five. What that means is that he saw how it’s going. He said there was alot of interest from all kinds of passers-by. I know that people have been listening to the audio because every time I go I leave the headphones facing up so that the sound can be heard as you walk past. Every time I come back they’re the other way round. I know that people have been using/playing with the digger because the rolls of hazard tape are gathered around the base of the scuplture. And everytime I go back at night to turn off somebody has ‘written’ something on the fridge doors with the magnetic letters, usually your basic low-level school standard graffiti.
Somebody shoved the remote control through the letterbox!
Somebody tried to pull an empty roll of hazard tape back through the letterbox.
Somebody stole the sign saying “it’s ok to listen” off the plinth.
But nobody has managed to knock the sculpture over. Yet.
