Scott was lovely and can get graphite to do fabulous things, from firework plooms to stark forms, plus add in some sugar brick structures and it's beginning to be an oddly intriguing mix of strength and almost nothingness.
The man who'd filmed strips of red fabric being strung Christo-like across a snowy landscape, with an audio of the wind that clearly was in control out there, was visually poetic. There was a woman who had made a camp-fire scene with mini figures and a definite sense of crazy-forboding and another who was intrigued by couples in the water, snogging, drowning and with their Labradors.
It was a busy night and the studios themselves were fabulously resourced - like monastic cells, with access to furnaces and kit and a labyrinth passages and the sound of stimulating chatter. Great stuff from a great school.
