• Podcast Published 8 August 2013
Waiting for you to arrive (or what happens to hope at the beginning of the afternoon)
I’m in Edinburgh where each day for two weeks my solo show, Head Hand Head takes place in a small studio on the top floor of an old building. The room is tatty, fading pink walls, school-red carpet and a crumbling window frame. Each day before the show I spend about an hour in here, alone, waiting.