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'People Like You' - Halfway in. / 5 March 2013

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I spent Monday in the chaos of the get-in - not easy on wheels when there is so much technology, people, and stuff. I had spent a sleepless night and was pleased to see the dawn of a dry and almost sunny day.

The soft-sculptures travelled in with Sue Austin, the pen and ink drawings with Trish Wheatley, and I followed with smaller things. At Salisbury Arts Centre we hit an immediate low. The car park was overflowing, the accessible parking spaces were occupied and trapped in my car I dived - emotional meltdown.

Everyone was really helpful, I think I recovered quite well. The get-in began.

It felt very positive to be around all these expert people all focused on making 'People Like You' as good as it can be. The grab rails arrived later in the afternoon and I saw them pink for the first time. Grab rails have never caused so much relief and sheer bubbly delight.

Kosta was the first figure to be placed, my part of the exhibition/installation evolves around him, and I was glad when the scaffold tower went up and the steel cable was clipped to webbing wrapped around one of the ancient church beams. Kosta was attached and trailed, just so, on the ground, Fons  and Jessie assemble around him. Karen quietly positioned picture frames on the walls; and all the while Sue and Tom wrestled with the technicalities of presenting 'Creating the Spectacle!'

Liz's 'Bedding Out' installation took shape on the Altar Stage, away from the general kerfuffle and Liz checked in by phone.

My day was fuelled by sushi and wedges of chocolate cake and my head was buzzing. Tuesday there is public access to the space and the grab rails will find their place on the wall. I need to make an early start.


The journey towards collision is inevitably familiar,

explosions of frenzy, months of mulling and plodding

the path towards the realisation of this prodigy child,

apple of the eye, fruit of pain and labour.

On the brink, before the yawing chasm of doubt

that plagues like premonition, it's time to take heart,

to check the contingency plan for trolls, and leap.

Landing is another story.