My day began by waking up and thinking about what I could physically do. This wonderful and strenuous endurance taking week was nearly over – but could I survive to start my new job over the weekend? I quickly concluded that certain things I had thought about would not be happening, but other things would – and I was okay with it. I started off by choosing my favorite clothes and wearable gifts from the closet.

I added my usual notes and collected objects to the hub space. It was good to run into Sarah putting up a scroll, talk with Tracy and Edwin, Yvonne and Gerry (as they prepared the final of this weeks lunches), and all the other folks in the gallery.

I headed towards the city square. I missed the performances, due to the late start and various errands, but managed to make it for lunch. The rain left us sheltering beneath the huge columns of Caird Hall. We then headed to Chamber East to warm up and partake in the SerenA project’s workshop.

The workshop left us with our first piece in the installation for the evening’s Tempest – a mass of colorful ribbons hanging in the center of the space. More things were added. I brought the ghost shell of my iceberg. Alexander Storey Gordon put together the video installation. Alistair Wilson brought the Tag Tool. Raz collaged live audio with recordings from the week – conjuring an auditory storm. Many people added spoken verse and song. Pernille Spence gave a performance with flour, Jonathan Baxter with inflatable rafts.

Then, after a full week, I bid farewell. More things are happening without me. A film – Derek Jarman’s Tempest may be screened, the Tent of Life, What Has It Got in Its Pockets, and countless others may arrive. The sun will rise – and on the banks of the Tay will be a gathering of happily weary and delirious folk. I will join in cleaning up the space tomorrow morning – but for now, sleep.