Quake I visited the exhibition site again today. Fuck, it is HUGE. Everytime I go there, my heart accelerates a little and stays at that speed. If I keep on going this way cardiovascular failure is not far off.

I don't do myself any favors when I publicly declare that I feel fear, fear, fear. This is by far the largest space I ever worked with. Not only large, but difficult. When I think about it carefully, I do believe that the area I am to cover with my installation is roughly the same as the whole house that I currently live in, garden included.

As an indication of how much higher the stakes are this time, I am actually building a 1:100 scale model of the place, like our friends the architects do, to cut down on the likely-hood of a massive fuck-up. I know this doesn't sound like a big deal, but in general, I really hate maquettes (small scale models of the real thing). I have usually been able to judge my space fairly well from intuition and experience, but I am slightly out of my depth in this case. If I make things too small, it will be a non-reversible disaster in that space. I worry too, because my studio is now very small compared to before. For the first time I find myself longing mightily for a large, well-lit warehouse...

And a table-saw. My soul for a table-saw. (And so goes on the same refrain, eh, Gnute?)  ¶ 9:39 PM