Arrived at 10am to pump up our large 3ft white spherical balloons, and it soon became clear, that it wasn't how many balloons two artists could fit into the glass house, but how long our arms would hold out pumping them up! We lasted until 1.15pm, when we had to rush off to next job, red in the face, leaving behind a ethereal surreal scene of beautiful happy balloons floating around celebrating....what?? (references to a 1960's cult tv show not intended, our balloons are lovely, although like the series questions of 'why' and 'what is it all about' do seem to come up).
The summer house being in the middle of a hospital courtyard, is surrounded by offices and waiting areas, on three floors, full of nurses, Dr's, staff and public, looking out onto it. I'm not sure we were an expected site, but hope we gave rise to the odd laugh, entertained waiting patients and created a stir or topic of conversation.
Which might have gone along the Marmite lines.....love it ....or.....not...... but then the next fascination is around the corner. We loved it, a cool (well slightly humid) place to be for a morning.
We would like to thank the kind staff for tea and sellotape.
