What a whirlwind. I put my work up in my allocated space on Friday. It all took so much longer than I thought. Just de-tangling one of the books took me (well my helpful assistant – we are allocated a first year to help) ages. There was one particularly stubborn knot that I spent about about two hours working away at. Obviously I could have taken Alexander's approach and just cut it – but no. An old folk custom to ward off witches was to bury a jar of tangled thread under the threshold. The witch couldn't cross because she would have to stop to untangle the threads. That's me.
On Wednesday I was told I would have to move my work – obviously not something you want to hear just a few hours before the assessment deadline; I did think that looking at the work around me my books were a bit lost so I shifted the plinths. I'm so glad they are portable ! It was surprisingly calm in the studios – a sort of controlled panic. There were only a handful of people who were taking things right to the wire. I left about 4 and headed straight out to the fields with a bottle of champagne. Its such a strange feeling to wake up with nothing much to do – the pressure suddenly lifted. I went away for a few days as I knew that if I stayed I'd go doing things like cleaning and tidying and what I really wanted was to do nothing and re-charge my batteries for the degree show run-up.
