Today is the last day to view Julia Rosa Clark’s curated exhibition ‘Sing into my moth’. It’s a fairly nice show and well put together. A lot of information with a lot of space around it. And my work is the best on the show. I catch a ride with Teboho Edkins and we arrive late and only have to endure the last 30 mins of the talk.

Someone asks a question about my installation methodology and why I decided to place my equipment directly onto the floor. I explain that the gallery owners carried in the equipment, put it down and I plugged it in.

Teboho is asked a question and he says something stupid like ‘the meaning came after the work’. We both feel pretty stupid. Dan Halter sneaks in from the back and steals Vitamin water from the fridge and disappears again.

But I suppose the bravest part of the show is Pieter Hugo’s enormous print of Julia’s boobs. I keep feeling distracted, finding myself staring and realising her boyfriend and dad is glaring at me.