Up 5.30am on  train from Nottingham and  at the south bank for 9.30am to meet Melanie Abrahams to discuss the event nex year at QEH/Purcell. Wehey! Ladies and gentlemen, the desk is in the building. The desk has a telephone upon it and the telephone has a telephone number and that number is... I don't know what my number is. I haven’t got a freakin clue.  Apparently I am in the system, the matrix, but I have slipped down a binary hole.   I call Becky Shaw. Becky Shaw has got a wand and she just waves it and there’s this “ping” and things happen.  "Ping" the desk came "ping" the phone came.  Her name is, adn you have to say this in a deep south american accent Becky Shaw-nuff.

I get along with  the marketing department and the marketing department, apparently,  get along with  me. My growing familiarity leads to a frankness.  Lemn we like you but not your photograph muses the luxuriously named Amelia La Fuente.. Helen her desk neighbour nods frowning.  Familiarity, it is said, grows contempt!   There comment is a bit like what someone said to me once I like you. There was a pause then   I don’t care what your friends say. So I have set up, with Helen in Marketing,  a photographer for a shoot at the South Bank on Friday  12th.

Actually liking me but not my photograph is better, for an artist in residence,  than liking my photograph and not liking me. Actually I am not sure which is the right way.  Maybe liking my photograph but not liking me is the right way.  And anyway. Should I care if they like my photograph. My photograph is my photograph. If they don’t like my photograph what are they saying about me behind my  photographs back.  Nyagghhh. 

Truth is that  such feedback is worth its wait (I said wait not weight) in gold.  That’s the truth of it.  As artist in residence I know its value and appreciate it. 

Meetings:
9am - Melanie Abrahams, London Liming at QEH
2pm James and Helen - photoshoot at South Bank