.. progress ..
I am surprisingly tired out just from rolling and re-rolling the hayball before finally applying a thin layer of cow slurry (liquid pooh).. All in all I caused quite a stir in the industrial enclave where I work. Someone even came to take photographs of me in case that I would be on tv with this ball..
Well everything could happen.
My guess is that the dung will neither dry nor really stick, but it will not do any damage to the overall madness of it all. I just hope very strongly that none of my helpers / assistants drop out or I will truely be stuck!
Now I will call it a day and get some food and some rest.
Working quite hard…
I am trying to compact the hay ball to make it a more manageable item to roll through the streets of Liverpool on sunday morning. I am still welcoming more helpers but I do have the absolute bare minimum assistants booked. I would like one more person to stand by a static camera on a tripod, this would allow me to film with 2 cameras which would be much better than working with just the one.
If the A-Foundation had underfloor heating then I would love them even more!
As it is the general arctic theme is continued, but hey….: they have wireless and quiche with salad for £3.50. And these are essentials in an artist's life!
The studio: it's still great, I worry about my earlier, public fits of panic ..
Well, an artist's temperament….
I am currently extending another SOS: I need a large quantity of clay, to cover my dungball, after rejecting all my dung which is stored in several containers outside the studio…
Today I did a huge amount of research and feel my weekly research quota satisfied…
Thank god for the wirelessavailable in the A-Foundation in Liverpool!
A second car breakdown in one week is slowing me down considerably. And just as I am ready to go back to the studio there is a giant spider crawling around Liverpool causing masses of people blocking every street and I just can't get through..
So : art…..? None today just blockages to constructive activities..
Tomorrow the Japanese Artist Sukuro arrives, he will be lodging in my flat, during my absence from my flat.
It's hard to be effective without staying in my house and with all these obstructions between the studio and myself.. I feel like a baglady… carrying her worldly possessions everywhere relying on public wireless and constantly on the lookout for food..
