me watching a room full of incredibly talented artists making DIY slug puppets on the floor in an R+D last week muttering 'the government pays us for this' (the slugs were great)
Occasionally, I miss making performance art, then I’ll remember earnestly learning the safest way to hit myself in the face with a rake or a day of crying disconsolately because my attempts to fashion a functioning ovipositor from a piping bag were foundering & the wistfulness evaporates immediately