Barbara and I started the day by moving out extraneous furniture and clutter – a few plinths, a table, and lots of unused or no-longer-needed materials, which went into the boot of my car. This gave me space to think about and create connections. Terry’s Double got incorporated into a liana-like cable.
Alex came and had a look around and said it looked like a forest; he wanted to cover a balloon, and did a beautiful job.
In the meantime, I was continuing with the final slightly thinner taproot, which is now almost complete. I also did some work high up in the rafters on top of the ladder, making the taproots ‘disappear’ into the roof.
Frances Wilson, the poet and artist, came to discuss her November exhibition at the Gallery. We talked about posthumanism and human colonialisation of the planet, and I tried to explain Timothy Morton’s idea of everything existing equitably in a mesh. She’s going to come back next Tuesday, so that she can meet my mother-in-law, who is also a poet.
Towards the end of the afternoon, Emmanuel arrived on his bike. He does ceramics classes here. He’s an amateur violinist and we talked about the relative merits of old and new violins. He has a new French one, I have an old French one. I told him about famous ‘blind’ tests in which professionals cannot tell the difference between new violins and old masters. I found this clip on YouTube which is quite interesting (NB Florian Leonhard’s is where Ben and I used to get our bows rehaired).
I left at 4pm with even more interlinkage in the Gallery.