Cooler air. The right hand side of the building now muffled by a large black plastic sheet. The building has a cupped hand over one ear..
Thinking about the order of remembering and sound loops..
A circle, a metal bowl. A circular walk, and a decision to remove my shoes, feel the floor. Somehow pure and illicit at the same time.
I look up and see that I am surrounded by women of stained glass,with elongated feet and almond shaped toes.
Movement has entered the frame, as has rituals ( I light a candle on arrival) circles, paper, and I am..barefoot.
My walk is interrupted.
Workman; ‘morning’,
Me; ‘morning’..
I have naked feet.
And now I am no longer alone. 3 window restorers, 3 volunteers, 1 child, 3 brooms, a hoover, and the hissing of a microphone left on..
