The sun rise over the Alpes from Zurich to Firenze... ahhh... 
At the Zurich airport I rode on a train with no driver and on this train-lift thing there was a sound scape of cows and birds... no really. It felt like being on the set of The Island.
I arrived back in Florence after a glorious break - of family, hand made Christmas cards, lanterns, wishes, gifts, sunburn, paddle skiing and far far too much food!
Back and straight into it... playing 'boiling water' on day one - yip - boiling water that 'spaghetti' gets thrown into... and cooked. Of course. It was fun. Bizarre. But fun. After finding the material dynamic we tried to turn it into a narrative scene of tragedy... A funeral. It almost worked... but it couldn't help but be funny. A mourning party of stiff rigid spaghetti strands weakened and softened by the bubbling and boiling-over grieving duo of water... Being funny is hard. Not being funny is also hard. Being abstract... a wonderful way of approaching a scene.
The kids on holiday. Missing them. A lot. Actually.
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