I had a small site specific sculptural piece constructed in my garden today. Very simple, the artist built it with a sense of delight in the rightness of the materials and their placing. It consisted of a series of flint stones arranged in order on a path. It was a pleasure to watch her work. However, having completed the piece, she suddenly decided that she preferred the stones to be placed in a bird-bath. The transfer was completed with the same sense of delight as the original installation. I thought about my cake. It is easily possible to try too hard. Indeed, the cake must have got wind, because I found it looking embarrassed behind a packet of Jammie Dodgers shortly after the sculptor’s mum returned to take her home.
