Finally the pipes are behaving, but not without some brute force courtesy of the (broken/missing vital part) pipe bender.

Clearing up the space, placing the pipes where I want them, I couldn’t bring myself to remove the ‘person’ represented by the pot of water (which I see as myself after my week of residency), so it finds its space there after all.

Looking forward to witnessing all the conversations sparked off tomorrow at the opening (6pm)