I’m playing that waiting game now. I’m waiting for the Trustees’ portrait to arrive in time to get it to the framers so it can be framed in time for collection to be taken to the museum.
I’m waiting for enough trustees to be foregathered so that I can film them. This has become more important as Gill has written about the piece for the catalogue. I’m half thinking about faking the whole thing like the NASA moon landings or going out with a dart gun.
I’m also waiting for a book version of this blog to arrive from the printers and realising now that I will have to do another version with this post in it.
On top of this I’m beginning to worry about the price of failure. Apparently in the Eighteenth century you could be hung for lots of things including: the concealment of effects by bankrupts and the malicious maiming of cattle.
