Day 4
Woke with an overwhelming desire to keep the visitors busy with lots of things to do. I am veering towards a voice workshop. My questions seem a little too obvious.
Long, long drive to SHP; the fifty miles of bollards on M1 with about a dozen workmen between them, made the journey an hour longer than normal. On arrival Installed old style desk and chair, a card table, a work table from SHP has arrived. I’ve started to inhabit the space. Interview one person, others reluctant to talk or have no time. Am thinking of the religious connotations of the rules, whilst feeling disciplined by them, hence the desk. Start to draw and write ‘lines’. I had no idea those writing lessons from the age of six are still with me. I still struggle to get my hand into the right position, I am left handed, I smudge the page.
I search for more images, download the virgin Mary on toast, Jesus in white robe and arms outstretched on a dog’s bum, tricks of mediums. I write yet more notes, tomorrow I will type up the dialogue from today and put on automatic script reader. Stupidly long day, but seem to be moving in a forward motion rather than doing a clumsy slalom.
