So, Changing Lanes is over but not completely without a hitch. Surprisingly, despite the rain and freezing temps people turned up. I myself was dreaming of ugg boots and hot tea whilst I stood shivering in the pouring rain, huddled under the marquees.
FLESHold was a hit, perhaps a little too much. Actually, it caused quite a commotion. We even managed to get a mention in the Brisbane Times:
http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/entertainment/about-town/blogs/plus-one/inside-the-changing-lanes-festival-20120528-1zdyw.html
The piece is now in the process of being moved to the Collectors Cafe at the QLD Museum and Science Centre for a month long exhibition. If you missed it at Hynes St do yourself a favour and check it out at the cafe.
I can guarantee you will feel something, whether it be repulsion, amazement or indifference.
D-Day
Finally, we're here. The piece is packed and ready to transport to site and infinite install to-do lists have been made. But what's that, weather report? Rain forecast all day and night?
Excuse me, but there is no other way of saying this...
F*****g wunderbar.
Remember this photo?
This was taken 6 weeks ago. Look at us: no idea what's ahead.
This team, though, has persevered through the late nights, early mornings, layering coat after coat of PVA glue on what seemed like an endless amount of stockings, welding, bending, shaping, sewing, and gluing and throughout it all we've still managed to find the hilarity in almost everything. Perspective is a wonderful thing. Mind you, lack of sleep and 2am sugar hits tend to make most things funny.
It seems that every step of the way we have had drama after drama, so what's one more, right? We've come way too far to let a bit of water ruin it now.
3 days to go...
Our lighting had arrived at LAD, so we now had all the components. Todays job was fixing and clustering pods and attaching the lighting. The day of the tszuj, as the girls had named it.
4 days to go...
After a quick trip back to the workshop, the spine support had been resolved. Panic attacks averted, it was now a matter of attaching the pods to the skin. After exploring every possible scenario and developing a love/hate relationship with the shop assistants at a certain large fabric chain that we won't mention we (eventually) made a decision to use the left over stocking gussets cut into tabs and hand sewn onto the skin.
The polyps were then fashioned into clusters and tied to the tabs.
We could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Fingers crossed it wasn't a high speed train.
The polyps were then fashioned into clusters and tied to the tabs.
We could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Fingers crossed it wasn't a high speed train.
6 days to go...
Oh #%&@!
We had hit the mother of all road blocks. After threading the skin on to the framework we discovered that the tension bowed the entire thing and the central support spine we had made was not holding.
After standing for about 10 minutes with our heads in our hands, we decided to get on with it. Louise (the practical one) experimented with a fairly rudimentary alternative, which seemed to work in theory. But then again so do many things, like maths and science.
All we could do now was head back to the workshop and re-do the spine.
Sighs all round.
1 week to go...
The skin was all but finished with the only job left to do being the most exciting: picking off all 105m of masking tape we'd used as a guide when sewing.
Joy.
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