Day 14
Successfully prototyped painting flesh tones onto icing yesterday before succumbing to illness that arrived with the immediate fear of swine flu, but it’s just a bad cold. Cheered myself up by researching into male and female erogenous zones and ordering exotic teas online. The somewhat gratuitous connection between tea and sex is causing a momentary anxiety, but the endless nose wiping combined with the disbelief that one body can produce this amount of snot, is preventing me from starting script development in earnest. As with all these leaps of faith I am sure the connections will come through the making.
Salivated at images of tea at the Berkley Hotel, (cold has clearly not affected appetite) where they serve cakes influenced by seasonal haute-couture collections. Challenged by thoughts of how to take this tea experience beyond the commercial or merely trite undertaking. One of the keys as always lies in the quality of interaction and realise that what I have been doing in my interactive performances can have a resonance here afterall.
My character development is also beginning to play on my mind. Kindness or authority? Kindness with authority? Oh Lord not Princess Di? Hers is one of the first names I wrote down in week one, with reference to the collective grief witnessed at the time of her death. Attempts to understand the public outpouring, have turned to the concept of a manifestation of a collective unconsciousness in the Jungian sense; the phylogenetic response to the influential role of the archetype. Suddenly feel tired, must get another Lemsip and more tissue.
