TYB Breathing a Sigh

Normally, when I pick up enlarged prints from my printer, I am excited to see how the work looks.  When I picked up the posters, reality and nerves kicked in.  No turning back.

The morning of the posting of the images began with making a gallon of poster glue.  A tiring 30 minutes of stirring and lump straining took its toll on my stress level.  My son, the cameraman, began assembling his camera.  My husband collected brushes and ladders.  The sun shone and the passersby generally ignored us as we  climbed ladders, marked, pasted, slide the sections into position.

Once the first image was visible interest picked up.  Surprising support from young lads in hoodies; questioning by a local keen gardener, who seemed to be, surprisingly objecting.  Within an hour a council representative parked and watched.  Coincidence?  She drove away without comment.

Three hours later, cold and very relieved it was over, my son and I escaped to my studio for some action shots.  This was followed by a Q & A as to what I was doing and why.

How do I feel now?  Proud of what I achieved and the experience of what it must be like to produce large works in a gallery space, delighted to be working with my son on a creative project; really encouraged by the support of neighbours, passersby and comments on Twitter.  It would have helped if I had spelt ‘guerilla’ correctly in my tweet, but respondents don’t seem to mind.

Now I can relax and focus on my research for my essay.

8 thoughts on “TYB Breathing a Sigh”

  1. Well done Sue. I’ve been following your TYB journey – such a difficult task to push boundaries – the prints look great from the photos, and must have a lot of impact in real life. I hope you get some quality feedback from the public.

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