Is it madness. Is it beauty. Ongoing diary. Day one, 2nd november 2010


4pm. Getting ready for day one.



Clare and Gill


As the water spills from the collapsing bowls, Gill or myself mop the water. The mop and bucket work like a cloak of invisibility. People carry on personal conversations a table width away. Even though it is clear we are facilitating the work, we vanish into our task.




9pm. End of day one.