The Bartlett, London, 30 November 2015

A minute to spare. The timeliness of my arrival at room 133 of The Bartlett School of Architecture could not have been cut much finer. It’s not my usual practice to leave it so late when making my début in a new building, but on this occasion I’d been undone by train failures on the Metropolitan line and the haphazard warren of rooms that is the school itself.

If the group’s organiser, Cova, had been anxious about me showing up at all, it did not show in her warm greeting. This date had been her third attempt to book me, so I was deeply grateful for her patience on more than one level. About half of her small band of artists was still to appear, so our time wasn’t quite as tight as it might otherwise have been. I spread my white sheet on the floor and changed into my robe.

When we got underway, our pose sequence was: 7-minutes, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 7 and 10-minutes up to an interval – a fairly dynamic opening session but comfortable in our little room. After the break we completed the second half with two 25-minute poses. It was a cosy, well-run evening with tasteful music playing throughout. I was glad finally to have made it here.