Now, seated on a bench facing the blackening sea, every trace of all that has been is blotted out. It is time to go home.
-- posted abroad
The following diary excerpts, emails, texts and transcripts will record my extraordinary experiences as I prepare some sort of work for the next Whitstable Biennale in 2010. At the point of writing I have very little idea of what I will do. All the records are exactly contemporary and given from the standpoint and within the range of knowledge of those who gave them.