I can’t write much, I’ve just spent 5 days writing an 18 page proposal for a three phase project for London’s Old Oak Common titled The Oak Tree Project (being, seeing and being seen being and seeing).
I am worded out..
But felt I had to post post 24 oak tree stare on the patio.
It was an incredible experience, at 2.00pm I thought I might never move again, I couldn’t quite remember how to move or if I wanted to or needed to, it was lovely albeit a bit strange. At 11.00pm I was excited, it all felt a bit thrilling. At 12.00am I was scared. At 4.00am I was unbelievably tired. At 6.00am I felt stupid. At 8.00am I could see the end. At 9.00am I felt high.
158 ‘unique’ visitors checked in to the livestream on Twitch, which I thought was pretty great, friends wrote texts to me throughout the 24 hours, my mum kept writing to check in, I was sent a poem, my neighbour bought me food and drink and so overall I felt very engaged with and supported which in the small hours made all the difference.
I lost all of the 24 hour live stream footage, I had neglected to click a small switch on Twitch to ask it to save the stream automatically! but it in the end the written and recorded responses that I have had from friends are more evocative and special I think.
I made a 3 minutes mock up of a 12 screen installation which I made for the project proposal, as a taster, a sketch
So there it is, from a crappy beetroot drawing back at the start of lockdown in March to having just handed in my most ambitious project proposal to date I would say my veg bed and patio has been a pretty great source of inspiration..
