Never mind the earlier entry in which I decided there was no time to do any more painting; I found some time, or perhaps I did some speed painting. (I was recently introduced to the concept of speed anthropology at a talk at Castlefield Gallery. Up until then I was only aware of speed archeology from my addiction to Time Team, but obviously you can apply it to anything.)
By the end of the day I thought I had done enough to this room, with the addition of more straight cables, more defect notices, and a few hanging found objects.
I tried introducing some found metal scrap. I am not sure if it works, but if I leave it up I can judge the effect next time. Conceptually it is fine; it is more scrap material from the site, and the metal pieces fall into similar curled shapes to the plastic cables. The skips which contained the scrap have long gone, but lots of pieces obviously fell to the ground. Each time I collect the pieces I think I have got them all, but more appear in the gravel track all the time, and the fishermen complain to me bitterly about their slashed car tyres.
Next day
Only two more working days to go to the once-only viewing, but somehow the day vanished and I wondered what I had achieved, apart from using a great deal of blu-tac and glue to surprisingly small effect. I had left black wires hanging on the ordered side of the portal, so I secured them to the other side. Much blu-tac needed as I must not use glue on the door frame so that I can make good at the end of the project. Then I worked on the portal from the other side. I think the portal is finished.
