Last night I was talking to a psychic about a cuddly toy, my monosyllabic grunts and noncommittal answers were being recorded so I got increasingly sweaty as the interview went on. I don't usually choose to do this sort of thing, it was part of a project by Annabel Dover. She is making drawings of the objects, that people brought in, who knows what she is going to to do with the recordings. I'd arrived at her studio after one of my more fruitful trips to London. I'd dropped in to the Whitecross Gallery to pick up my Mooney and been to see a lovely little show at Rokeby. I'm beginning to get more comfortable about going into galleries and I'm finding them more easily since I was given a sat nav for Christmas. Still, wandering around London holding it out in front of me like the word of god while a disembodied voice tells me to turn left is perhaps not the coolest thing to do.
The rest of this week is laid out in front of me and everything must go really smoothly or I will be forced to cry in public.
Monday: Teach sculpture during the day, then pack up 5 vcrs and 7 tvs and various tapes and dvds and sculptures for Wysing.
Tuesday: Drive to Wysing (using Sat Nav) and set up show. (Make tvs work and write instructions for the invigilators)
Wednesday: Teach video during the day, organise paperwork for San Francisco (etickets, visa waivers etc) look at a map and quell panic. I realised today I've never been abroad on my own before, I feel like I'm about to become truly adult.
Thursday: Pack up and weigh all my film making equipment (actually repack it for the third time) pack some clothes. Double check that I'm not trying to take anything illegal.
Friday: Teach painting then drive to a lovely Heathrow hotel for a good nights sleep.
Saturday: fly
