“...you open that subconscious brain of mine and this is what happens...”
Sitting on a stool in the corner of the studio, I was faced with an opera of art. All the performers, now inanimate and half-finished, crowded around looking in different directions while patiently waiting for their cues. The conductor sat surrounded, slowly threading their lines into a web of interconnections.
"...I have to be many places at one time..."
