Alex Pearl is not in the Antarctic

I am recovering from a curatorial visit. Lotte Juul Petersen came round to the studio to select work for a show she is curating at Wysing in January. I had had a bit of a tidy up and set up a few video screens which created a pleasing cacophony (to my mind). Upon her arrival I proceeded to bombard her with stuff until she had seen everything I had ever made including photos of my dog, although that last one was an accident. She wanted a range of things old and new, broken objects and films and I found myself mentally balancing all the things I would need to reserve for San Francisco and Bedford and another little show I'm organising in Ipswich, and actually having to say no (rather inneffectually it turns out). I'm still making stuff for my transatlantic jaunt: TRYING TO COPE WITH THINGS THAT AREN'T HUMAN and I've bought a massive suitcase to cram it all into. I'm thinking about American films, making tiny giant alien machine creatures and buying up old matchbox track on ebay so I can race cars through the gallery in a sort of SciFi car chase movie. When I dropped Lotte off at the station for her three hour (sixty mile) train journey we were both a bit hollow eyed.