The show is just about up. We are off to tweak it in a minute. The gallery floor did have to be reinforced with a prodigious amount of timber. It still bounces a little and every time you walk past Mariele's mountain ranges the sky ripples ominously. Yesterday I finally got out of the gallery and saw a little bit of San Francisco, hopefully I will see a little more today. Annika, Mariele and I visited CCA yesterday where, of course, they knew the curator who had recently come from Berlin. We were having a tour of the show there when suddenly the guide bent double and started talking in a gravelly voice. I thought she might be chanelling spirits or having a fit but it turned out to be some sort of performance. In a moment she righted herself and carried on as if nothing had happened.
Earlier, in the street, I had been passed by a woman carrying an invisible cat. It kept scratching her.
