...was the sound of muffled snorts as I watched tonight's episode of Ashes to Ashes and tried not to wake up the boys. I haven't been wholly comfortable with this crass extension of Life on Mars up to now, but tonight's episode made me laugh like a drain, especially the scene in the police station with all the Socialist feminists. Brought back memories of all the Resistance and DSP meetings I used to attend when I was a horizontal recruit (don't get me started). I'd like to bottle that episode, bring it out whenever I'm glum.
(These are 'Let Go' kites, ready to stick on the wall in formation)
OK. I'm ready. Tomorrow is installation day, and will probably involve a fair bit of plinth painting before I can get everything in place, because I'm borrowing some plinths from my studio complex, and they have a completely different shade of wall colour to the Megalo gallery. It will be such a relief to stop thinking about this body of work, and to let it go out into the world.
(This is a detail of the book of the epiphany a few days ago. I'm very happy with it.)