I could sense mixed feelings last week.
Lots of wandering around, looking over shoulders and putting a brave face on. What are we doing?
It seems that there is a very fine line between what could be great and what could be awful. I’ve a feeling we wont know which side we’ve fallen until after we’ve finished.
People are playing, alone to begin with. It’s like watching toddlers who’ve never played together before.
We all kicked Mari’s bucket. It broke.
Today (20/02/2012) I did not go to the mill. But I did send some requests for Sam to carry out. So here is my work for the day (carried out by Sam):
wrapping bucket fragments building helicopter document record player film cutting false faces advising delivering ladder
Rhôd 
How observant! That’s how I experienced the day too. Now suddenly the month we have available feels very short (over a week gone already) and the issues of distance seem amplified. Imagine if we were all in the same place and could pop in and out on a daily basis to work and contemplate, bump into each other, talk…
It’s interesting how different working with each other is from making work together, suddenly a new vocabulary is needed.
Its having to make do and mend in terms of time/distance. None of us have unlimited time or budget. Our biggest advantage is that there is 10 of us!
I have to say I quite like it.
I think it’s the kind of thing that we lose when we leave art school.
The language aspect is interesting. There’s a kind of clumsiness in our attempts to find a common language. Almost like we are all using broken versions of our individual vocabularies. I suppose that links back to my toddler analogy in a way. The outcome is quite funny really.
Of course, we wont really have it nailed until we’ve had a few tantrums!
It’s all very polite at the moment. Are success is our failure we’re just all too lovely!