Day 14 Successfully prototyped painting flesh tones onto icing yesterday before succumbing to illness that arrived with the immediate fear of swine flu, but it’s just a bad cold. Cheered myself up by researching into male and female erogenous zones […]
Day 13 Oh dear, lots of information to add since my last posting, as is always the way, being in the process has been all consuming and the production, reflection and documentation sit side by side, my desire to summarise […]
Day six A thinking day, I spent the morning following different leads, the Second Life attempt failed after several attempts to download the new version. One of my ‘avatars’ waits patiently in Help Island, her hair and skirt blowing in […]
Day 5 Tired, worked too long yesterday. Interviewed a few more gallery visitors over cups of tea and coffee (must get some decent china and possibly a few biscuits wouldn’t go amiss) and scripted the dialogue using assigned voices. The […]
Day 4 Woke with an overwhelming desire to keep the visitors busy with lots of things to do. I am veering towards a voice workshop. My questions seem a little too obvious. Long, long drive to SHP; the fifty miles […]
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 […]
Day 2 Enjoyed a steady day exploring the rules within the space, emptying my over-packed box of tricks, delighted that I had brought a copy of 501 scientific experiments. Made several large sketch pads. I want a blackboard, something visible […]
After a long and pensive wait we Katherina Radeva, Tom Marshman and I receive our Rules and Regs. They are unveiled ceremoniously and just in case we choose to forger them, they have been imprinted upon the gallery wall: 1. […]
Since I am not going to receive my “instructions” for the residency until it begins, packing has become a ‘what if’ experience. If I knew what I would be doing would I still be asking – but what if I […]