So I’m still reeling… I talked about the loss of my work at my artists’ group the other night, realised it’s a bit soon to be thinking about ways to take it on because i still have a strong feeling of wanting that work to be here, now.
And then today, thinking about a ‘farewell’ performance of some kind, I started a list of possible alternative fates for the work – it got dumped in a bin and is now in landfill, birds used it for their nests, somebody picked it up to continue the project, somebody is wearing it as a scarf… in parallel universes all this is happening.
