another 10 hour shift at the studio.
For most of last I was in at 7.30am and left at 5.30pm. I tore paper, people came to visit or stopped as they walked by. They asked;
‘how much do you need?’
‘what will you do next?’
‘how do you feel when you are doing this?’
On Wednesday we had a peer critique. I avoided talking about my work and just continued tearing, and on it went until Friday when I arranged collection of an almost broken washing machine to be brought to the studio.
This morning I arrived again at 7.30am and tested the washer. It didn’t work. I continued tearing but all day I felt this sense of doubt and panic about what I am doing. Maybe it was the arrival of the washing machine which signified the next step for the process. I wasn’t so concerned about the fact it didn’t work, perhaps part of me felt no sense of urgency to get it going.
It began to occur to me that perhaps the tearing of the collected paper was something separate to the work with the washing machine.
