Today I cleaned up the last few bits and pieces that were lying around. It’s amazing how much “stuff” you can accumulate  in 8 weeeks. The room echoes alot now that it is empty.  Starting the residency I noticed the bare walls and not the echo. It’s funny how perceptions change.

There is a poetry launch of the Poetry broadsheet tonight so Mary suggested that I leave the spiral peat balls and the peat in thighs in the window. People are still coming in attracted by these pieces in the window. One lady said that she likes that I have used ordinary materials in a different way.