9 September

We’re a fickle lot, we curators of contemporary art. We devote our affections to an exhibition, become obsessed with it, dream of it for a year of more, speak daily with the artists involved... Then, as soon as it opens and enters the public domain, we lose interest, transferring our devotions to the next exhibition. If you ever ask a curator how the current exhibition is going, don’t be too surprised if you detect something dead in their eyes, nor if they quickly change the subject to discuss an exhibition they’re working on maybe three months, maybe two years further down the line.

With only one week now to go until the exhibition opening, I can feel that my allegiances are already shifting as my time becomes taken up with other things. And yet, still to go is the week of installation: that chaotic, sleepless and back-breaking five days in which all of the planning of the past year (hopefully) comes together. Wish me luck.