Things progress so slowly. The Volume space is less recognisable, the events, tasks, objects are taking control of the room. The Exhibition is more prominent now. The room is becoming more art. In a dusky kind of light from a single hanging bulb – that shady cellar kind of romanticism – there is an ever increasing strangeness. From police station archive room – to gallery project space – to Informer/Outsider.
Jason arrived this morning at 9:50 Sam arrived at 10:30 as he had to go to the bike shop. Jason has started to sand the lectern. He is through the blue and the white paint but not yet through the first ply. Sam is writing on and hanging ribbons. The space is now lit by a single bulb in the centre of the space.
'Everything I build this week, if it is to be painted at all, should be blue' Jason Pinder.
The work starts to take on the room. Black and blue and bare wood. A divide between abstract concepts and functional aesthetics are starting to present themselves. Wood work and tools framed in ribbons and texts. A knife on the outer-wall looks a little sinister. The inner-wall starts to materialise.