Time is such a liquid concept. No schedule is fixed, things just overlap.
This morning, as I made my way over to the gallery to set up the lab, I was told that Inga was "trying to get in touch."
Somehow my Thursdays had fused, today and next week.
Immediately I had to call Gia, to confirm her time, we had only confirmed the date.
It would be ok. I constantly have to remind myself not to panic, as this is all part of the freedom and limitlessness of the LAB.
Kashief, another former student, was waiting too, because he was told by the former student, from yesterday, that I was interviewing fashionistas.
I felt the pressure set in intensely, though slowly, but there.
I don't know if it was because of these overlaps, or because, like the eye of a hurricane, lethargy was taking hold at the middle phase of this project. Whatever the case, we had to work around it.
Inga arrived a little before nine with massage oil, paint, stretched canvas and rolls of canvas.
Her model Gilvano was made to do yoga stretches and he was massaged with oil and paint and pressed unto canvas. After she did the finishing touches on her canvases her entry was complete.
Gia Martinez, who had arrived sometime around 9:30 a.m., waiting, watching, ready, sat patiently looking on. She was waiting for her turn.
She didn't request anything grand, just a pair of scissors for the paper she'd brought, and that she could paint our faces.
The original idea, was to paint the children passing by, but school's out.
When things don't pan out, you must improvise.
Gia also had a table set up with smooth stones, paint, brushes and nail polish.
She studiously, quietly painted them.
They are cute, quiet and calm.
The day's experiments were complete.
I could breathe, finally.