Two weeks to go

It will be difficult to remember the intensity of these last few weeks and indeed the coming 14 days. each day consists of many different tasks finishing at midnight either screen-printing, doing risk assessments, making lists. Sal and I walk against the tide to Stew on a Friday night, dressed for cold and dirt, ready for the business of book building. The previous two weeks were full of panic attacks, waking up with your heart thumping with a list of things not done, not even considered. Sal has been prescribed a paper bag to breathe into to calm herself down, by the doctor. I spend a lot of time talking myself down and being kind to my brain and accepting kindness from others, my friends and colleagues have shown support and willingness to help that has been beyond what I thought possible. Ask, it's worth it, it takes you into a realm of interaction that is great. Is this enjoyable? Well, it is uncomfortable. I have moments of rising fear, but also excitement. I want this to be brilliant, to make others feel something. To be able to put on an other-worldly show.... to invite folk in and play sounds that will make their heads feel something good/scared/thrilled/ step out of yourself be somewhere else, even though you are close to home. escape only really happens in your head. Therefore the potential for escape is always.

Time to think

There is so much to do and I'm busy doing it rather than saying what I have done. Equally I want to log what I'm doing because I wont remember once it is complete. Yesterday I worked 9-5, had an inspiring meeting with Butcher Roz, went to Stew did 80 silkscreen prints. On the way home I dropped into the arts centre to meet up with Bradley to do a temporary events notice (TEN)for our Norwich launch. Today I am trying to leave the house in order to do more screen prints before Sal arrives at 12.30pm. Today we have to get the private view invites out. Tomorrow is a sticking day, I have gathered several friends together and we stick book pages together. I buy lunch and a thank-you booze after. We go into a world of 'flow'. Our conversations are unique because silence falls easily. We don't try and fill the gap because our attention goes to our sticking. It has been nick named the sweatshop....but it is far from it....it's the relax and strengthen friendships....