I'm still having wild dreams where I am hauling projectors up endless dusty staircases, unable to find the right hotel room. I just haven't had a moment to mentally or emotionally process anything yet, having had an old mate and her two kids all squeezed into the house for a week, with lots to do and talk about. Youngest child goes back to school tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to an empty house. Got toothache today too.
Here are some pics of the film which was projected in the window of room 315, viewable from the street all night. It caused a bit of a stir amongst late night drinkers. It's quite a lighthearted video of me doing daft things, (ungainly star jumps, crawling, jumping about, waving) interspersed with giant close-ups of my face.
For those that saw inside the room it offered a very different perspective on the character who inhabits the room.
This must be the comedown. Even when you know what it is it's not much fun.
It's all over. It took most of the day to pack up and return various belongings to various friends, having lived an itinerant lifestyle for a week. I'm deeply exhausted and deeply safisfied.
I had an overwhelmingly positive response to my piece, and had to turn lots of disappointed visitors away, who had heard from other Coastival-goers that the 'chamber-maid' was one of their highlights. I re-jigged the bookings to fit another 7 slots in on Sunday and still had to turn folk away.
So I'm thrilled with the response, although I am already refining the piece in my head, and feeling a bit niggly about the bits I wasn't 100% happy with. Some people are never satisfied.
Children are demanding to know what the schedule is for half term. Friend coming to stay tomorrow with two small children. I just want to sleep…
feel I should try to say something about the last few days. I feel like I am on waltzer 24hours a day, everything is streaming together, in a jerky, not-relaxing kind of way. Overall I am happy this morning, having had a couple of hours sleep and lots of good feedback about my work. lots of things have happened and I don't know where to start. got to get family up and out of the house so I can reset the hotel room and partner can ferry children to various activities, so in a rush at moment. I can't believe what people get up to when they have 20 minutes in a hotel room – they certainly don't treat it like a gallery.
hotel very hectic, staff not very helpful, churny tummy, lifts broken, non stop conversations and dashing around, sudden snow storm so I had to abandon car and sleep at a friends, then wear all her clothes on my opening day, tired, dry mouth, nerves, excitement, thrill, strange encounters. what will I do when it's all over.
Partner was upset that I criticised him in a recent post. My immediate response is simple – humf – it's easily avoided – just tidy up more… chunter, rumble etc.
But in the interests of balance I must also recognise that he has done a brilliant job of formatting all my films for ipods, provided lots of advice about projectors and leads (I love their names, and regret the fact that I have no need for a 'double ended female' or a 'splitter', which make me laugh like a pubescent schoolboy). He's also cooked some meals and shopped for some food.
Not that he should get special recognition for doing a few domestic chores I hasten to add.
I'm sure it was easier to be a feminist when the battle lines were more clearly drawn. I will ponder this today while I pack my case for my trip to scarb tonight.
