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Oct. 10th, 2003 05:48 pmSitting as part of a workbench of five computer artists at the SAT on St. Laurent.
Lots going on around us, howling (literally- wolf sounds) soundtrack from the neighbours’ piece, techs moving the temporary walls around, the small of cigarette smoke lingers in the air. Before me: my little screen, two big screens mirroring the work of our glorious leader and her long-time assistant (we borrowed her for the festival from Berlitz). I’m working on a ticklish skin in Flash, answering questions and listening to eels. Wondering if I should get tickets for their Montreal show...
This place’ll be in full opening-party swing very soon...
Lots going on around us, howling (literally- wolf sounds) soundtrack from the neighbours’ piece, techs moving the temporary walls around, the small of cigarette smoke lingers in the air. Before me: my little screen, two big screens mirroring the work of our glorious leader and her long-time assistant (we borrowed her for the festival from Berlitz). I’m working on a ticklish skin in Flash, answering questions and listening to eels. Wondering if I should get tickets for their Montreal show...
This place’ll be in full opening-party swing very soon...