Only one and a half week left up to the start of the course in Bristol. My nervousity is rising but it's still okay. I'm still not aware of moving to England next week, it seems to be a bit strange, like it happens to another person who is not me. I stand beside and have a look at my life like at somebody else's. I'm going to Bristol? phew
The good thing is this outstanding situation also is an everlasting wellspring of inspiration. I'd like to work over and adapt my previous results. Artistic work contains the work, of course, but also its perception and its analysis by the artist. That's what actually happen to my Orpheus project. I'm thinking of redesigning the Orpheus' puppet.


I searched a long time for a good (working) title and and now I found one, I guess. I'm not completely satisfied with it because it's a bit too general. But it's not much and I feel much more pleased now. The baby has a name now, although this is not a final decision.