Still four days to go and so much still undone. Will the print arrive? Will the panels arrive? Will the painters get the painting done. What problems unforeseen are out there to ensnare us? At least in Visual Arts by the time that the gates are open most of the cock ups have cocked already and in private. In theory we can relax; in practice that means catching up on a fornight’s missed sleep.
Sitting quietly in a room with a client all day should be a time for reflection. But it isn’t.
I’ve chewed my knuckles down to my elbows.
