Day twenty two. Final night at the studio
It seems surreal thinking about a crowd of people basically ‘invading’ the space that has somehow became mine over the last couple of weeks. It took a while to settle in. Maybe only after a week of being here I felt that I could be in the studio as the main working space, which when it happened felt great.
This is what my studio looks like right now. The objects covered in white, the TV and the carpet are part of the installation, the empty packet of cereal and the bags obviously aren’t. The carpet made all the difference. It is the same carpet that appears in the video and the photographs, and comes from my room here in Pankow. Despite my passionate dislike for the colour red it has become the equivalent of coziness, so that when I decided to make it part of the installation the studio regained it’s charm. I stayed there for a while reading Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro (trying to finish the last few pages before donating is to the project library) delaying the moment I have to leave the studio. It’s interesting how now and then what is being said in the book echoes the events or my thoughts at the time, especially here.
A couple of days ago I suddenly that this is the only reality that exists at this given moment, and there is nothing beyond it.
I can hear Coldplay from outside. How odd. That’s definitely not the local radio station, they are into techno etc.
Tomorrow we open to the public…
