SUPERSONIC SHED DAY 2

Well this is the first blog under a lamp lit sky, inside a small greenhouse.  At the start of this adventure of the mind, objects kept falling from the ceiling and I clonked my head on the bird cage several times.  The chemical toilet is starting to smell and texts from my friend Toby, stating that he is about to have a shower, long walk, followed by a hot meal and a pint in the pub, do not put me in a good mood.  Add this to the fact that my bunion seems to be getting worse and i can feel a mild toothache creeping up, I am now convinced that the greenhouse effect will kick in very soon.  The big question is WHY, Why am I doing this.  Aside from the obvious, which is, i might flog a few DVDs of my comedy, the truth is that the events of the last two days have put me into a completely different place mentally.  The viewing public who with open hearts, came to say hello and view my art work, were so positive and helpful.  My decision to rely entirely on public donations, to stay alive for the four weeks, would have been a disaster had it not have been for the public bearing gifts ranging from fresh wipes to morning glory 'plant in a tin' and food galore.  One girl called Chi interviewed me to get to the bottom of what my diet is and left me with the promise of healthy food.  She also left her flask with tea and honey and said she would come back in two or three days.  The kiss with Carol Cleveland, from Monty Python, on the other side of the perspex was a true Monty Python experience.  Lets face it, that wouldnt happen in an allotment.  The signatures and art work  on the greenhouse are out of this world. The mirror of reality has been put in front of me now, the weekend had passed, the chaos is over and I now feel like I have been stranded on  a desert island.  All I can hear are the distant sound of the waves on the seafront in Brighton and at night time the sound of screeching cars, from gangs of youths.  The funny thing is I can hear all the conversations from the public at the art gallery window.  The funniest one so far, was a big man holding his child in the air saying ' its a twat in a box' .  For me this is the ideal mind experiment, a great way to interact with the public and exchange conversation and at the same time observe and experience. The interaction with the public and the fact that I am sleeping amongst lots of sharp metal, feels like comedy on stage, there's a wave of energy but if you sit down you could cut yourself.  Communication, happy ness, interaction and struggle a great cocktail.  You cant have an adventure without struggle.  I will be lonely, but there is something about being a hermit, I quite like.  I suppose I am cheating slightly with an astro turf carpet, but if the public stop turning up with food donations then I will need to graze on something. 

Comments

[tracey]

have some friends round for gods sake