And out into 2015 we begin.
In Southbank. Where we started, actually.
It’s been 2.5 years since the caravan had it’s first outing.
I am no longer 28 actually.
But I like that this work has frozen me and this moment in time.
And it still resonates.
Tears were plentiful this weekend.
“I haven’t been to that part of myself for years”
Sitting across from a Rhino on Saturday.
Along the river on Sunday.
A three year old runs around the caravan two, three times.
While his dad tries to imagine him at age 23.
Some stumble across us.
Few are brave.
“Will the caravan exist in 20 years?” an 8 year old who would be 28 asked.
We hope we are.
We hope indeed.
you can catch us over the next couple of weekends at Summersalt Festival too.