[nb: the following is the first blog entry for the project Bilateral Petersham. For the rest, head on over to http://thesham.info]
The clock ticked round to midnight and I sat in the kitchen watching it. When all the hands pointed to twelve, I took two photos. Without the flash, the clock looked yellow and blurry. Flash-frozen, on the other hand, it looked like it had been caught in the act. Embarrassed at having been sprung doing something vaguely shameful but essentially harmless.
That’s how I brought in the third of April. The beginning of â€œBilateral Petersham,â€ aka â€œmy Petersham project,â€ aka â€œThe Petersham Lockdown.â€ There was no tangible difference between one moment, where I was not â€œon the job,â€ and the next, when the â€œprojectâ€ had officially begun. No fanfare, no ribbon cutting, no glass of champagne. I went to bed and read a bit and then fell asleep.