I definitely need to find a sting mat. At the rehearsal yesterday the concrete of the gallery floor rendered any of the more dynamic movements mercy-less. Ouch.

My partner, a visual artist, has often remarked to me that I don’t understand blah and blah about being an artist. (and sometimes blah and blah about being a male, but that’s a completely different blah)

These days I feel he may have a point.

I thought that when we participated in the window exhibition STORAGE together at BLIM last year.

I never realized quite the extent of how hard the labour of performance related art is. It’s a compelling experience though. And I am blessed to be working with Lori who is flexible and responsive and understanding: a true collaborator. And the instigator of this opportunity I hasten to add.