We were asked to gather at 9am to work on our performance. How early? At nine o’clock I am usually still rubbing sleep from my eyes as I make myself a cup of tea. Thank goodness for ‘phone alarms. I managed to leave the house in time to be the first to arrive at FPG.
With only a couple of days left until the opening of Raf’s exhibition, the gallery is littered with sundry tools, paint tins, dust sheets and workbenches. I watched with bated breath as Raf and two helpers lifted a ceramic plaque to hang it on the wall. What if they dropped it? It did not bear thinking . . .
Raf’s piece of music for our performance is around five minutes long. We spent the morning practising walking slowly to the beat. Well, trying to move in time to the music. I just could not hear the beginning of each repeat loop. All that practising a couple of sessions ago when we adopted different poses now made sense. Raf allocated a specific pose to each of us. We would not be moving en masse but alone or in a pair, walking for sixteen beats then adopting a pose. After holding the pose for another sixteen beast we would move to the side to join the audience. When I realised that this week’s sessions would last four hours I had begun to wonder what i let myself in for. However, the morning passed so quickly that I was surprised when lunch-time came.

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