Day 3
Anxious, I always forget that I get anxious at this point, the endless scanning for the right idea. My brain surfs, stopping occasionally to focus on one thought, one direction, gathering more information then moving on. Perhaps all the hours/days/weeks that I have spent on the internet in recent years has affected the way I think.
I am consumed by the desire to find a solution, everything is a possibility – a banana ooh yellow, engaging, delicious fruit, should I have a fruit bowl, sofa, table, kitchen, chef extraordinaire, learn a skill, sugar sculpting?
I am anxious about talking to the visitors in the gallery, with its own rules and regs, permission to do this and that. Can’t give the ‘public’ a cup of tea, unless a) I have warned them of the health and safety implication, rather than just saying “watch out, it’s hot” b) checked with the service manager that I am not in conflict with the official caterer c) negotiated furniture upon which to put it from another department who have their own budget and therefore there are fiscal considerations. I’m sure there is a way, there’s always a way.
I take to the large sheets of paper and move from limitations to possibilities again. I will ask our ‘guests’ if they, or if they know someone who can do anything unique. I have collected an old style school desk and chair, I remember St. Dunstans’ with its flint walls and high windows. I wish I had four of them one for each rule. Is it too obvious? In reaction to Tom’s talk of roller skates, tomorrow I will take in a scooter.
