I have just finished my domestic duties...cleaning my work clothes in the bathroom sink (cheap chinese laundry is a myth!) and I thought I would share some thoughts on our first week of work in Changchun. The novelty of being here hasn't quite worn clean yet but routine has definitely settled in.
After filling our bellies in the hotel restaurant all all 50 of us (artists) are loaded onto the bus and shipped down to the sculpture workshop to start work at around 8am. Our workshop is a building complex with 4 or 5 rooms for most of the artists to work in. The stone and wood carvers all work outside in the varying elements of each day.
The room I share with 13 others, is a long hall drenched in natural light from a huge sky-light. Within minutes of the bus arriving the space is alive with the colourful movements of our interpreters greetings and workers standing poised for instruction and construction. The gentle sounds of the morning are smashed with enthusiastic vigour. Steel is cut, bent, beaten, shaped and welded. Crash, bang, clang, zackp, aaaahhh.....Heaven!
As you might imagine with 13 artists all working hard in the space it gets very loud and very hot. When I look at my chinese assistant Chou, his round face is always sprinkled with little jewels of sweat and his shirt wringing wet. I can only imagine I look very similar too, but due to my Irish blood probably worse. Our work continues though to 11am then on to the bus to be delivered back to the hotel. After lunch there is time for some emails and a short snooze then it back on the bus again at 2pm for the afternoon's work. Crash, bang, clang, zackp, aaaahhh.... and its time to get back on the bus again for 6pm finish. This has been our routine for the last 8 or 9 days and it must be followed exactly or there will be trouble!