Miss Dover, who will also be exhibiting at TAP has chosen a far more concise title for her show "Whistlejacket". Yesterday she sent me a photograph of how she wishes to be represented in a forthcoming Hollywood Biopic.
(she has a cat called Pig)

I am very excited. As well as getting ready for Unspooling my solo show at Tap is also coming together (at least in my head). I have decided on the title which (in part) is already up on the TAP website. I have located a chair (in need of a little repair) on which my novel will be placed and chosen the other works (mostly) that I wish to show. I have also made a new piece for the show which will be erected by the AA on the site marked on the photograph below.

The title of my show is:

I was continuing to shrink, to become... what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close - the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet - like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God's silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man's own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends in man's conception, not nature's. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist!

The last two days have been taken up burning DVDs for Unspooling. each of the Pearlville films must be looped several times with varying volumes to allow them to come in and out of aural focus (I think I made this up) In reality as they are all different lengths and I have no desire to get into the drudgery of precise cueing sometimes they will all shout together or all whisper. Whatever happens I am sure it will seem planned though I do fear for the sanity of the invigilators. I also made a trip to the studio yesterday armed with a can of expanding filler. I had hoped to conjure something magical with a few well aimed squirts but as usual my manual skills did not quite match my imagination. It is fearfully sticky and sloppy stuff and my studio now has fungal growths where it previously had not. Still I made a couple of sculptures which I hope M will like

This is the one.

I have been searching for a style for my neon sign. A few years ago I derided the ubiquitous neon artworks to be found at Frieze. Now I find myself quite excited by them although I don't like any of those pictured here. In addition to this I have been getting a quote from the AA for yellow sign for my show at Tap. I haven't told Amy McKenny yet.

I have received the first proof of my "artist's novel" I say artists novel because it lowers expectation. It is exceedingly bricklike and I like the shiny cover All I need to do now is proof read it again an idea that fills me with ennui.

Planning has begun. The room in which Pearlville is to be housed is to be painted a different colour to the rest of the gallery space. I have sent three swatches to Mr Bracey. The colours are sampled from video footage taken when my cameras are running out of battery. I prefer the second and third.