Day Eighteen

Too tired to be poetic with my 40-year-old bones creaking in their sockets and my knees bruised from lifting. I’m waiting to rest my body and rest my head. The studio was swimming with possibilities but the day ended with a heavy air.


It is a crucial time and today we were struggling to remain flexible in thinking and playful in spirit. With so many possibilities we have to let go of ideas that no longer seem relevant and leave them at the door. If they creep back in again they have earned their right to be there.

Tomorrow morning the sea of chairs will be waiting for us in our studio. It is a room of many chairs. They are beautiful, sombre, awkward, good for sitting on, easy to break, easy to be with if you like being lonely, they are demanding, very still, and gain strength in numbers.


TC