04.28.06

12:30am, lights are finally out, I couldn’t wait for people to go, I want to sleep. I some of them were kind of freaking me out, maybe it because of the alcohol, I don’t know.

The last visitors left 1/2h ago. This is I think, potentially my last night here. I know I am not going to win, I don’t really care though, and I am not just saying that. Everybody worked so hard, I am just happy I was a part of it. And like I told today one of my visitors (at the risk of sounding very cheesy) we all already won, this was an amazing experience, that I believed change us all, I had no idea it was going to be like this. I think I would feel really guilty if I won, I have a lot of options, my trip to Berlin, etc I am fortunate, but some or the artist here are really desperate.

THM and Nuumber 2 went outside with Juan, Dusanka locked them out…jejejeje.

Everyone is messing with me because I was sleeping naked. But I can’t deal with that olive shirt anymore; the psychological effect is wearing me out. 

Today I gave Sixten (Number 2) a salad and some bread. He was really hungry, I think he really appreciated it, later on he came to me and asked me if I needed or wanted anything. He did it in a very “godfather” way, like if I would ask him to make somebody disappear or something like that. It was really funny. I guess he was breaking the rules by doing that and had to approach me that way. Anyway it was nice of him. I said I didn’t need anything, he insisted, then I remembered my pants, I asked if I could chance them…granted.

Martin gave Marlena some tee, just out of the blue, I think she was so surprised.

These poor guys, their consciences are not letting them be, they have had a hard time too.

I can hear some techno in the distance, Thursday night in Chelsea, there must be lots of parties going on.

I feel kind of weird. Melancolia. I feel kind of sad this is ending. What a hell, when I have to be here I want to leave, and now that it is almost time to go I do not want to. Fucking psychological stuff.

7:15am Fuck! I am awake. The pipes are back with a new album.

At around 5am the lovely Head Master had some trouble with his airbed and woke me up with his little berrinche. he took Nigeria’s mattress once again.

Nao worked non-stop. He made some gum and noodle small sculptures and tied them up against the columns with more gum. He also put his structure up, it looks like a fence.

Roman was busy working all night too. He hung a fabric from the ceiling on top of the platform and in between the two main columns. The fabric has a sky pattern. He put many flowers on it, and Christmas lights. He also hung many postcards (I think) with nylon from a pipe on top of his space.

Marlena added the frace “why? What does this word mean? I forgot?” to her wall, she made it out of yellow cardboard. I saw her cutting the letter yesterday, but I didn’t know what they would spell. She changed their position twice.

7:40am, the pipes are still singing, I can’t go back to sleep.

10:45am, I put on shoes for the first time since I got here. I displayed all the artwork on my mattress and I am starting to figure out how to hang the show. I have to wait for Vicky to bring me the tools too.

11:30am, my stomach is feeling very void, the end is near. I am anxious, I am not ready. Everybody is working like crazy. Bueno ya, sera, lo que tenga que ser.