The final instalment of the “Growing Pains” trilogy happened a few weeks ago. It’s called ‘waxing’. The room was filled with space – love that oxymoron – large images of desert scenes and spacious music. There was a sense of walking into an unknown future. Its vibe was optimistic and open.
Ing and I walked around the installation at the end of the evening and we thanked ourselves for each other and the opportunity to make art. To have an idea and then go ahead and make it. Such madness.
And so to the year ahead. More ideas. More possibilities.