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.
