Its cold and dark and five in the morning and my body says I should be sleeping, still. But I have to drive to Winchester so I am up, multi-vits taken, early grey brewing, cats clawing at the kitchen door and I am trying to persuade my body that it really is awake. I awoke at three-thirty this morning, inevitable when you know you have an early start, and as I tried to squeeze the last dregs of sleep from the night I had Gutai images floating around in my head which reminded me of New York. They first time we went to New York I was truly excited to be visiting the Gutai exhibition in the Guggenheim. I had read about it and the endorsements were great so imagine my disappointment when Dan asked, 'what do you think?' and I answered, 'its rubbish.' The art was so unbelievable poor which just goes to show, you can't trust the manifesto alone. Ah well, and that is what I was mulling over at four in the morning. And at four in the morning I heard this song in my head - a real New York song with a great opening line:
